A Jolly Holiday

  June has been as jolly as May was merry. The Yellow House Hotel happens to be right down the road from the pet cemetery. I'd had dinner there before but never spent the night. My gracious, I had a wonderful time. I had arrived early so stopped in the bar that is decorated for the hunt and had a photograph of a former owner's daughter with Petey, the dog from Our Gang, who Daddy loved. I had a bowl of tomato bisque with crab soup that sent me back later for a slice of grasshopper pie. Thanks, Ron! So good! My pendulum was spinning right round, round-round, right around pie o'clock, during a Mama's Family marathon. Mehitable misses Shiner too. We got to keep the flowers the night thanks to road construction witch' was hextra nice. Ron said that the boys were terrible but look at them moments before I left. 

Yellow House

Inside Yellow House

 

Hail, Ganesh*!*

  What began as an email among intimate friends and family has become an immediate sensation. All hail Genesh, the unforgettable, all-powerful lord who opens all doors and destroys all obstacles within his midst. I'd coveted one a very long while as my grandmother loved elephants, so did my neighbor, Pat Provident. There is an elephant museum in Gettysburg where I had taken Mummy and Theresa. They have an old-fashioned peanut warmer and paper bags of peanuts for sale that are the best ever. It's like being at a circus at the turn of the century. Their elephant collection rivals Pat's. I have an enormous elephant ring of Mummy's that I wanted to give to Pat, but they're both in The Great Beyond. That's probably how I scored the Ganesha box from the fabulous fellow who sold me my wolf goddess pendant. I think he figures me good for She Cernunnos after selling me the box made of real semi-precious: amethyst, calcedony, carnelian, garnet, aventurine, bloodstone, red jasper, sodalite, turquoise, and yellow agate. I've got an unusual malachite formation inside that reminds me of the mushrooms from Fantasia only silky emerald. I got the roly-poly Ganesh from The Emporium in Jim Thorpe years ago one Christmas. After years of searching I'd found my Ganesha. I have an elephant that I'd found in a box of Cracker Jacks a couple of months after Grandma passed away. Good news already, I've reserved my room at The Yellow House Hotel. My friend, Unique, says he's moving to Schoolhouse Plaza, (an old school), which is more good news. The lady with the Dracula tees did not have the sizes nor the shorts, but I got some other fab stuff from her for two dollars. TTYL, watching Kojak...

 

Shiner's Flowers

  I've made another stop at Pick Your Own Flowers in Kirbyville, this time for Shiner's grave. Hopefully I'll be staying at nearby Yellow House. In the meantime, I'm back at Kojak. I finished the first Poldark book, Ross Poldark. It was good, but I'll be skipping the other thirteen as I'm reading too many other books. Hitting the Leesport Market again tomorrow. The fellow that I bought my wolf goddess pendant from has a Ganesha box that I'm going to have to get. My one dollar brand new denim shorts are off-the-hook, I'll have to get another pair of those off the lady that I bought my Dracula tee shirt from. I have to get another of those as a gift. It's fangtastic. TTYL...

 

The Mutter Museum

   After thirty years, we've finally made it to The Mutter Museum. It is far better than I expected. Due to over stimulation, (at least), I can only take one antique store at a time. This place is loaded with skulls and more, so I could only take so much. The babies gave me a headache. The prostitute dwarf that died in childbirth made me thankful that I skipped breakfast. The monastic garden was by far my favorite part. Ron, being a picker, 🤣, was not nearly as affected as I was. My OCD demanded that I read everything. Like with The Book of Kings I had to quit with the babies. 🤮 We had lunch in an Irish pub, later. 

Mutter Museum

The Monastic Garden

Mother

 

Dreams 6/12

 

6/12

  My first dream took place in a restaurant and starred my brother, Glenn. He had a homemade cauldron of soup. 

  I went back to sleep, and the dream picked up where it left off. This is rather rare. Dick Van Dyke stole Glenn’s cauldron of soup. 

  The final dream was really interesting. It took place at an old-fashioned beach resort. I think that I was much younger, perhaps even a teenager. Mummy and Daddy were there as well as another family. There was a fellow, George, with dark hair, who worked there. Nobody liked George, especially not Mummy and Daddy. I had a fishing rod that I’d found abandoned. A lady at the resort told me that I should use it until I could get one of my own. George was fuming mad about getting dissed. A younger boy was teasing me about him. “George?”, he chided. I assured him, “it’s not what you think”. I was about to take him upstairs to explain, but he’d rather, his own “hole” in the broom closet beneath the stairs. That’s when my alarm went off.

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