Maxwell Mansion & More

  Today we visited the Ebenezer Maxwell house in Germantown, Philadelphia. They have a nice dollhouse and more. From there we went to the Francis Poke Quaker house at Awbury. I got a passport there to all of the thirty-seven gardens in the area. We ate at The Gunpowder Inn, a historic place we both love. Frankie and Arthur were good while we were gone, so wonders never cease. I'm writing out my Christmas cards while watching the second season of Man on the Inside, I'm a fan. Daddy would've loved it. Did you preorder the second Stevie doll, Belladonna, yet? I did. Why is she wearing a white dress? TTYL, I've only reached G. My relatives all talk how mine are the first Christmas cards they get, but I have some international cards, and The Pony Hexpress takes a month. I do not decorate until December. The neighbors are already decorated. It's ridiculous. 

 

Sad Folk x Acoustic Guitar Type Beat - “Risk It"

Arthur Got a Hair Cut

House of Guinness Soundtrack | Starburster – Fontaines D.C.

Weep No More | Death by Lightning | Official Soundtrack | Netflix

Kate Bush - Moving

Thank You, Susan!

 

Gentle Fantasy Music for Autumn Rest – The Badger’s Quiet Cup

Oh, Shadow Box

For Susan

Vic is Home, KONG, & More

  Whether I've said it twice or not, Victor Nicholas, my last Himstedt, has arrived. He's very tall and looks like Lotus's, the Egyptian's, brother. They are not the same sculpt, but looks like Vic picked up where Lotus left off. They are from The Children of the World series. I change their names sometimes. 

  Arthur has now eaten two harnesses. He likes to chew. I had a ten dollar off coupon and two dollars off with my Pal's, so Arthur got a heavy-duty KONG po po harness for eighteen bucks. Thanks Hoagie and Shiner. After yesterday's doll show Countess Po' Ass appreciates it. The forty-five-dollar harness complete with pockets for stash, was on clearance sale for twenty-eight bucks. 

  Trying to catch up. Halloween will go away tomorrow. Ron is a persnickety rooster bully who says I don't contribute, so I have to keep his MOUF stuffed. There might be a Martin in the backyard. Something spooked Arthur the other night. I was thinking that could be anything: a skunk, fox, or coyote, but we've discovered a very odd hole. Ron thought it could be Little People, but it might be a Martin. Still shop my sales, I'm working on it, but want more money for the Leticia Penn Doll Club's Christmas with its early dollhouse theme. I had twice as much money for the doll show yesterday, thank You, and I had twice the fun. 🍂TTYL...🍂

 

Doll Show Score

Lancaster Doll Show

Vulcan

  Vulcan, my Samurai Betta, is so awesome. He shares my beautiful Roman tank with four black neon tetras, a couple of frogs, and two enormous emerald cory cats. It's hard to believe that my first samurai, Tam Lin, a white one, had only lived a couple of days, and I thought I'd never get another samurai. That was when I had my cube tank in an outside corner of the house. I have no problems with it since I moved it. Julius has been sharing it with Oscar and the Glo cat, Govinda. I still have Lennox, my Black Orchid, in the Druidic tank. He's a killer though, alone with the rabbit snail, The March Hare, who seems to be working out. 

Beautiful Betta

  I'm working on Hot Blood. Brother Norton has become something of a local celebrity with his newfound falsetto. He was neglecting his housekeeping duties, so the abbot had him helping with the sheep. He lost two lambs. The Lancaster doll show is today. I hope we can make the early bird. I'll try to get a video, but no promises with my new computer, a purple hp laptop that I really like. Anyway, I just had to try to snap a picture of Vulcan napping atop the mossy driftwood. I actually reviewed Samurai Betta at PetSmart I love them so much. I will be there tomorrow with my ten dollar scratch off coupon getting Arthur a harness he can't chew up. Lucky, he doesn't wander off. He chewed up his Buddy ID tag. He also loves eating paper and notebooks. Guess Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wasn't such a bad name, although Houdini would've been better. 

Dreams 11/1

11/1

  I dreamed that I was at home in the house where I grew up. My Aunt Fawnie came out on the porch and kissed me. “They took California off of us,” she lamented. I told her it was full of commies anyway. Then the house was under siege. Frankie was there; I tried to scoop him up in my arms and run away with him, but he escaped my clutch. I had a machine gun and was shooting men in their heads. Their brains were splattering, and I was thinking, good, another one down. This dream was all Ron’s fault, always hounding me with his political bullshit that I don’t give a fuck about. 

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

Dana's Dreams Three