hello. this is not the person who usually writes this blog. my name is grandfather mouse and i'm 'borrowing' this blog.
my nephew, walter, suggested it. he's better at high-tech things than i am and he figured an 'abandoned' blog would be just the place for me. he might be right.
not sure if i belong in a blog named 'fitznseizures', but nobody else seems to be using it at the moment. i suppose i should introduce myself. as i said, my name is grandfather mouse. well, that's what everyone calls me anyway, even my nieces and nephews. i've been grandfather mouse for so long it seems like the only name i have these days. and it suits me, i suppose.
i'm a bit more literate than your average mouse, i suppose. it comes from growing up in a university library. i liked to read, learned to as a very young mouse and never lost the habit. but unlike most of my fellow mice, i've never been terribly unfriendly toward humans. i don't always understand them, but i've always had a sneaking fondness for them. i've been observing human behavior most of my life and, though i prefer my own kind because they make more sense, i've grown quite fond of a small group of humans over the years. they don't necessarily know each other, i just noticed them at random and took an interest.
There are a few of these humans that i've corresponded with over the years and, though they can't write me back, it's been an enjoyable relationship for me. i don't think my extended family quite understands my preoccupation with human beings, though my great-nephew walter, seems comfortable with the idea. he's unusual, walter is. for one thing, he likes music. a lot of mice like music, but walter wants to make music. he would like to dance, but mice aren't built for dancing. our back legs are just not right for the job. So he found this miniature violin somewhere, with real strings and a bow and has been sawing away at it for years. the sound, regretably, never gets any better, but walter doesn't seem to care.
his mother cares, but she has resigned herself to a son who isn't quite 'normal' as mice go. walter has always had unusual ideas, for a mouse, which is why he and i get along so well. he's always been my favorite, but don't tell the rest of the family that. they'd be hurt.
walter, who is actually my great-great-great-great-great nephew, thought maybe i'd enjoy having a blog. i wasn't sure what a blog was until walter explained them. i read a few online and it got me interested, so he started looking for abandoned blogs that still had 'time' on them. that's how he found this one. nobody's written anything in it for months and months, so he thought they might not notice if i did.
i should explain walter, i suppose. he's a youngster yet. still lives with his mother, in fact. that's unusual, since he's almost two now, which is kind of old for a young mouse to still be living with his mother. he should have taken his first trip over a year ago, but he is the last baby his mother will ever have and she's a bit clingy. walter is a good son and doesn't want to upset her, but he's chafing at the bit to get out and about more.
adult mice tend to move around a lot. in fact, some of us are like human gypsies. we like to travel. i'm like that. i enjoy moving around the country, visiting relatives and just seeing things. walter hasn't done much travelling yet, but i'm working on his mother to let him go with me on a few short jaunts. i'm thinking a trip to chicago first, since he lives in libertyville, illinois. and then, maybe, a train trip to washington dc. but whether or not i can convince his mother that her youngest, her baby, should go that far away is doubtful.
i really have to try to get her to see reason. i think a quick trip to the windy city and then a longer trip to the capitol would be just the ticket. walter wants to go, so if i can convince honoria to allow it, that's the plan.
mice, i should explain, tend to travel by train quite a bit, though i've taken planes a time or two as well, and one memorable boat trip to alaska once. trains are remarkably easy to hitch rides on unseen. easier than busses and cabs, though i've got something of a knack for slipping onto those conveyances unseen also. i've been all over the north american continent and the south american continent as well. someday, i'm going to see europe. meanwhile, i should get walter properly launched.
well, my legs are getting tired of roaming all over this keyboard and the human who owns this blog is snoring rather loudly. she has a lot of books, so i think i'll enjoy watching her, but the snoring isn't quite my cup of tea, so i'll quit for now and post again later, when i know if walter can go to chicago with me.
10:29:12 PM 
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