Posted in Life and Family, Photographs, Teddy Bears

Honest Bear

Teddy's noseJust to prove we are as strange as you always suspected…

Some nights ago I was sitting watching TV with my favourite teddy, Bear, who went with me to university. Mum held out a photograph for Bear to sniff. I gave her a puzzled look, and she said, “it’s just that the photo smelled odd and I thought Bear would have a keener nose than us.”
“Well, normally,” I said, “but he says it’s a bit stuffed up this evening.”

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Posted in Life and Family, Teddy Bears

Birthday Bear Breezes In…

Mozart bear

A few days after returning from York, a box arrived via courier. At last! The Steiff bear I got for Mum’s birthday was inside – he’s beautiful.

My giant stuffed spider (at least as big) asked if he could eat him, and Mum said “absolutely not!”
She listened to the bear playing his night music (Eine kleine Nachtmusik) and said “he goes on forever.” Well, what else does one expect from great composers?

Something about Mozart Bear’s wide black stare reminds me of Puss in Boots from Shrek 2.

I said to Mum I like the way his ‘skin’ glows pinkly through his white fur, and we both giggled – then I said “I wonder what the real Mozart would have thought?”

Come to think of it, I wonder what the real Shelob would have thought…?

Large brown stuffed tarantula with beady black eyes
Large brown stuffed tarantula with beady black eyes

Comments for this entry (during its previous life on Blogigo):

1. Pacian wrote at Jun 3, 2007 at 13:14: AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEE!

*runs away*

2. Diddums wrote at Jun 3, 2007 at 17:23: I wouldn’t worry about her – I left her watching Beaches. She keeps asking if she can eat things, and we keep saying ‘no’ – at least she obeys. At the moment.

3. Geosomin wrote at Jun 4, 2007 at 17:06: Bleargh…put that guy away. I get the heebie jeebies, even from fluffy stuffed spiders it seems.

I have to ask…What do you DO with a stuffed spider?

Surely not snuggle up to it?

I gibber a bit just thinking about it…

4. Diddums wrote at Jun 4, 2007 at 17:35: I don’t think you do anything with stuffed spiders – they do all the doing. I got her a while ago, and keep finding her lurking in various shadowy corners. It’s amazing how she gets around the house. She even turned up in the bath…

Posted in Lost in Thought, Teddy Bears

A Version of Myself with Big Ears and Pink Fur

Blurred photo of pink teddy bear
Omniscent teddy bear

The other morning I was thinking again about Bear, my ted-in-chief. I’ve joked more than once that he finds things. It doesn’t matter what I’ve lost – a book, specs, pens, tissues; even a magazine article – if I ask him where they are, he answers without hesitation. And he always gets it right.

It gets so that I’m afraid of spoiling his record, and don’t ask him very often. Today, though, I was stumbling vaguely from room to room, looking on the desk, a stool, a window sill… “where are my specs?”

Bear said, “on the table beside the sofa.”
And there they were.

Perhaps I’ve found a way of tapping into my subconscious. Logic and memory come together to inform me. Or my mind wanders so much that I do the ‘stumbling vaguely from room to room’ thing with my thoughts here and there; asking Bear “where?” is a way of snapping out of the fog I’m in.

It’s all very mystifying

Bear photo © Diddums, 2007

Comments for this entry (during its previous life on Blogigo):

1. geosomin wrote at Apr 25, 2007 at 16:35: Does your bear have an omniscient friend who’d like to come visit Canada? I’m constantly losing things! 🙂

2. Diddums wrote at Apr 26, 2007 at 16:07: Bear says there’s one in a shop near you. Just go from shop to shop (or stall to stall – wherever seems right to you) till you find one that you can’t put down. That’s the one who will be your Om bear…

Posted in Dreams and Nightmares, Music I Like, Teddy Bears, TV and Films

The Bears Want You to Know…

A few days ago I was listening to Hugga Wugga on my Muppet Show album. Then last night I had some peculiar dreams – they were verging on hallucinations! Just as I was dropping off to sleep, it seemed to me that a large teddy bear was in bed with me, his long arms draped round my neck. His yellow eyes started to glow softly, and his paws tightened till I was being throttled.

Waking, I broke the bear’s stranglehold, took a couple of deep breaths, and went back to sleep. Just as I was floating off, the same happened. The bear hugged me tighter and tighter till I woke up again, gasping, and pushed him back.

“This is just a dream,” I said to myself. “It will be gone when I go back to sleep.”

Drowsing off again, I choked in the bear’s pitiless grasp, his eyes staring venomously into mine.

“No, no, no!” I thought, rousing for the third time. “I’ve got to wake up a little more.” I turned over on my side, and finally the bear was gone. For the rest of the night I dreamed a confusing whirl of shapes and colours, nothing making sense. I did not feel rested when morning came, and lay for a while thinking “what if that was a message to the human race from all bearkind?”

“Hug! Wug! Wuggy! Wugga! Wuggaaargh!”

Sinister, you’ll agree…