It's so good to have new ideas to pass on to those who read this blog. I endured an idea block for a couple of months. It's a bit like having a cold. The only thing good about it is how you feel after it's over.
I have a report from the field. Nancy, a beloved friend from Toledo, purchased for herself and gave away the Screaming Flying Monkeys mentioned in Grandmama's Tree House around Christmas. She didn't actually give them to "children" in the size and age sense of the word. They were shared with children of spirit, blue grass players, to be specific. Apparently ensuing evenings were spent in breathtaking hilarity.
