It’s a Bear’s Life…

A few weeks ago, I became the great aunt to a gorgeous little boy named Oliver Bradley Grant. I went shopping for a gift. Sending things to Australia requires some thought, because I don’t like to pay more for postage than the gift is worth, and so I look for light weight items. I found a couple of lovely outfits and there was a tiny whitish colored bear on the front. As I walked to the cash register I spied a small white bear with a gray bow at his neck. He spoke to me on many levels, and then I picked him up and fell in love. Of course I had to buy him too.

I got home and started to put the package together, and I found I couldn’t part with the bear. What kind of great auntie would steal a little boy’s bear?  Obviously me. : ) His paw pads were so soft, like velvet, and I kept stroking them. Then I noticed the fur around his eyes. I could brush it forward and he’d look sleepy, brush it back and he was wide awake. I named him Humphrey. I desperately needed to buy another one, because we all know what happens when you name something.

Chillin’ on the bookshelf while I write.

 

 

 

 

 

Reading a good book.

 

 

 

 

 

Checking the finances. Whew! we can afford him.

 

 

 

Driving back to the mall. Humphrey loves the car.

 

 

 

 

 

We bought two more bears home with us. After a rather weary day, he relaxed with a glass of sherry. And I went to the kitchen to get the paté and toast points.

Even the Queen Mom liked a little sherry.

Tomorrow we’re going to the post office so we can send his brother all the way to Australia. We’re sure Ollie will love him, but we’ll let him choose a name. Although we do think Herbert would be perfect. Harry will stay with us for a while. Some time in the near future we’ll run a contest, and some lucky commenter will get to adopt Harry. We promise he will not play strip billiards and get his photo in the papers and cause Humphrey and me extreme embarrassment. But you never know, because sometimes a bear has just got to do what a bear has got to do.

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18 Responses to It’s a Bear’s Life…

  1. Love it!

    There’s just something about soft and cuddly that captivates us, right?

    Hug Humphrey for me.

  2. robena grant says:

    I will. Thanks, Lynne. : )

    Humphrey thinks he might like to write book reviews. He’s very opinionated.

  3. Nan says:

    I have a white bear in my office, too, Roben! Looks like he’s about the same size as Humphrey. His name is Howard and he was a gift from Husband several years ago–he sits in the wing chair by the window and watches me work. I never tried the brushing his eye hair to give him different expressions things, but by golly, it works! I made him sleepy and wide awake and alert…fun! I’ve never shared my wine with him either, but upon investigation, it turns out old Howie would love a glass of wine. Who knew? 😉

    • robena grant says:

      Hi Nan:
      My computer is being weird today. I might get two responses to your comment. Anyway, I always knew we were sisters. Fancy us both having a white bear, (and a male) and giving him a name beginning with the letter H. ; )

  4. Janie Emaus says:

    I just won a little bear in Las Vegas. Don’t ask why I was playing the kids’ arcade games and not the “real’ money gambling. It involves a free dinner, an old hippie & my sister. That’s another story. Anyways, I was going to give the bear to my grandson, but I kept it!

  5. robena grant says:

    Ha ha, Janie. Great minds think alike. : ) I was worried that maybe I was going through a second childhood. If I am, I’m glad to know I have good company.

  6. Maria Powers says:

    Love the bear and the names. A woman has to do what a woman has to do to get a roommate. It looks as if he is a tidy little bear.

  7. robena grant says:

    I like the names too, Maria.

    But, if Humphrey starts smoking cigars, we’re done. : )

  8. What a cutie! Although, I was surprised to see you would adopt him out. After being so drawn to him, and having him around, it will be hard to give him up.

    I have a couple of stuffed bears for my office. Both are police officers. I also have a stuffed dog. He’s quite stylish – he wears a sweater with his own likeness on the front.

    • robena grant says:

      Oh no, Kathy! Not Humphrey. He’s mine. : ) His other brother, Harry, will be put up for adoption. Herbert is somewhere over the Pacific on his journey to Australia.

  9. Dee J. says:

    Too funny. There is something wrong with my life when a stuffed bear is having more fun than me. LOL. I think I need to move to your house!

  10. robena grant says:

    I know. Someone actually asked me if I strapped him into the car seat and took him to the mall. I said, “What? Do you think I’m crazy?”
    Then I proceeded to explain that I walked out to the garage in the evening, in my nightie and slippers, put him in the seat and took a photo. Like that isn’t crazy. Ha ha. I mean, seriously… .

  11. lol I needed that laugh. And what a cute bear.

  12. londonmabel says:

    Ooh Humphrey!! I have about 50 stuffies so I totally get the Attraction of Bear. Enjoying his little sherry. And glad to see he likes the same books you do. You’ll get along great.

  13. robena grant says:

    Thanks, London. I think his brother should reach Australia today. Hope he likes his new country. : 0

  14. Julie says:

    The picture of Humphrey with his seat belt on was my favorite, but now that I know the “behind the scenes” story of it, it’s even better!

    When I couldn’t get here the other day, maybe that was the bad computer time. Everything works now! And I love the new view of you, so charming and lovely.

    (Whew, getting all caught up with my bloggy friends now!)

    • robena grant says:

      Hi, Julie. Thanks.
      Last week was a bear for the internet. No pun intended. : 0 There was a day that I could read your blog but not comment. I always enjoy your tarot readings, so at least I could see what was in store for me.