Well, it’s a shorter entry than usual this week, but don’t let that trick you into thinking nothing actually happened. What this week lacked in quantity, it made up for in quality. Meaning, big doin’s! Well, except for the letter I got from my mother. That wasn’t really that important. All she said was: “I saw your room on display! You’ve got good interior-design sense, just like your mom. Try this out. – Mom” And she included a minimalist sofa. Why? That doesn’t go with any of my rooms! It’s like she’s not paying attention at all!
When my perfect peach trees died off, I chopped them down, but decided to leave the stumps because they had nifty patterns and I hoped they’d lure rare bugs to come sit on them. Unfortunately, so far I’ve only seen a few violin beetles, and they’re not exactly what you might call rare. On the plus side, they’ve also grown some mushrooms next to them, and a couple of them have been rare enough to sell for a good amount of bells!
Also, you’ll notice that under this tulip patch I’ve been watering carefully, the grass has grown back. Finally! I suppose I should pull up these tulips and plant them over some other bare patches of earth, but I’m afraid the grass will just disappear again. Re-Cycle is a very popular location in Geneva, so it gets a lot of foot traffic. I don’t think grass was meant to grow near it.
While my friend Rob was over, I told him to meet me by the zen clock in my zen garden area in town. It was nearly noon, so I wanted to see it open up and the little figure come out and do a dance. I had no idea that it did this, since I hadn’t happened to be walking by it as the hour struck. But another friend of mine mentioned that his did it, so I wanted to see for myself. It’s really quick, but better than a cookoo bird!
Sadly, Bree took her leave of Geneva this week. I made sure to say good-bye to her. I didn’t dislike her, but she didn’t immediately become one of my favorite neighbors. Possibly because she decided to build her house immediately behind my own. I need my space! The next day I had a lovely letter from her which read: “Don’t be lonely, Chris! The day of my departure has come, but since I’m excited to move, it’s best if you’re excited for me, too. I will do my best in my new town, so I hope you live well, too. From a worried Bree”
I got the Insect Encyclopedia badge this week for completing 80% of my bug encyclopedia entries. Really? I don’t feel like I’ve caught quite that many. But hey, if Phineas wants to give it to me, who am I to refuse?
Also, I wouldn’t exactly say I’m a fan of bugs…
Now that I’ve gotten a few autographed photos from my friends, I’ve become determined to get even more. So I sent out some letters to people I want pictures from, like Bam. It’s all about Bam for me. I make sure to send him letters and talk to him and do him favors… Even when it’s a lost glove I found laying on the ground that ended up being his. That counts as a favor, right? And yet, still no picture. I’m beginning to think Bam doesn’t feel the same way about me that I do about him…
I was absolutely floored to walk into the Able Sister’s shop to check out the day’s stock and see Frita browsing around! I’ve never lived in a town where a resident comes back after moving away, even if it’s just for a quick visit like this. I don’t know exactly what mysterious business brought her back to Geneva (she didn’t say), but it was nice to see her again! I wonder if I’ll see any of my other old friends as time goes by… I certainly hope so!
Towards the end of the week, a tent popped up and Hopper was inside, camping out in town. At first, all he seemed to want to do was play games where he would give me a piddling number of bells for an expensive item, so I wasn’t really interested. But then he remarked how much he was enjoying it in Geneva, and thought perhaps he should move here. But this dude is all about the games, so basically I had to beat him at rock, paper, scissors three times before he’d move. And you know what? I totally won three out of three, so here he comes! (Since he didn’t win a single round, I actually suspect he threw it…) Yay for penguins with eyebrows bushier than mine!