

When we were little kids, Nerseyfers had a place that we affectionatly reffered to as "The Hole". It was a space less than 2 feet wide created by pulling the head of the bunk bed away from the wall.When you couldn't find Ners eventually she would turn up in "The Hole" hanging out with her best pal "Outside". I was much older and wiser and thought she was looney to spend so much time crammed in a cluttered little space in a cranny of our bedroom and until now I thought she was probably mental. Those of us who lack imagination can't imagine what in the world you would do in such a small space for such a long time. Well, "The Hole" gene must lie dormant in me, but somehow got passed on to both Superkid and Abizella. Abizella has recently set up residence under our kitchen sink. She doesn't just hang out there for long periods of time like Ners did, she is constantly busy packing her little home. Last night she was busy as a squirrel packing nuts for the winter. After nearly an hour of grabbing armfuls of carefully selected toys and trotting into the kitchen Pops and I went into the kitchen to see what was going on. She was crammed in the cupbaord with baby, legos, Mr. Potato Head and a pillow for creature comfort. I thought it was pretty odd behavior until just now when I was organizing old pics and came across a couple of Superkid chillin' in our closet at our last apartment and our house. I had forgotten that he went through a period last year where he only wanted to nap in our closet (but if he turns up having lead poisening from the paint peeling off in there I will deny it). I guess what it all boils down to is that we all need a happy place. A place that we can call our own and curl up in and forget about the world. Maybe those of us who don't have one are the loonies afterall.















































