Lincoln Caverns

  All of our caves across Pennsylvania are so different. Lincoln Caverns begin as pueblos or Fraggle Rock but become mosque-like, remarkable, and awesome. I've never seen such glassy calcite before. Thanks to the National Cave Association Ron and I both got in for free. We will be going back to Woodward Cave sooner than later. It was closed when we stayed in a cottage there. We can take Arthur. I picked my own flowers in Kirbyville again. 🎕 TTYL...

 

Arthur's Yellow Raincoat

 

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