A lot in common

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone: Chapter 5

The great Oscar Wilde said, "Life imitates art far more than art imitates life." As far as I'm concerned you can turn that quote around. Same difference, I say.

We took a little pre-Mother's Day family trip this morning to Waynesville where the local chamber proclaims its town to be "The Antiques Capital of the Midwest." After a bountiful buffet at the Der Dutchman Amish restaurant, it was time to walk off the only meal I've needed today (6:15 p.m. as I write this).

We perused some curious shops with lots off odd and curious antiques and collectibles.
That's where my day stopped imitating Harry's day. No thrill ride with goblins or a vault of gold or a giant for an escort.

We shopped, but we bought a decorative wooden cross for the wall in our bedroom and a little green jar for the kitchen. If we can find a screw-on lid with holes in the top, it will make a perfect cinnamon-sugar shaker. We won't be putting silver unicorn horns or glittery-black beetle eyes in it from the Apothecary in Diagon Alley.

I saw some interesting canes and walking sticks, but no magic wands. Then again, we didn't explore any alleys.

My favorite Hagrid line: "I don't like cats, they make me sneeze." More life imitating art there. I've never met a cat that didn't cause an allergic reaction to either my nose, eyes or lungs.

And props to Harry for choosing an owl over a cat. Wise beyond his years, that Harry.