Apple Fest

  Joanna Furnace's Apple Festival is my favorite event. I had my first Pixie Crunch apple, it was very good. Tim and Kay are mysterious and quite big. I bought Tim, and the wonderful lady threw Kay in. She said that they had come from a world traveler's estate. I have to look into them, but my gut says they're Cambodian. Little Scott is bone and now lives in Norfolk Trolltree. Ron made up for putting Frankie in the crate with the Romeo and Juliet plate and the knit cap. 🍎 Update: Tim and Kay were handmade in Spain in the eighties, so I won't feel guilty transforming them into Georgians. 

 

From The Black Death

   "usury and all commercial ventures were suspect because they assumed control over the future, a mortgage of time which was reserved for God."

"One of the most cogent comments about time was made by the humanist Leon Battista Alberti in his dialogue on family life:

Gianozzo: There are three things which man may say properly belong to him; his fortune, his body, ...

Lionardo: And what may the third be?

Gianozzo: Ah! A very precious thing indeed! Even these hands and these eyes are not so much my own.

Lionardo: Incredible! What is it?

Gianozzo: Time, my dear Lionardo."

Robert S. Gottfried

  I had picked up this book at Apple Fest at Joanna Furnace a couple of years ago. I think I've already blogged about it, and I seldom reiterate unless warranted. It was two dollars. Having read all of the plague books except for the latest omnibus that The Great Courses, that I completed, is based upon, I figured it would be samey and nearly passed it up for a bean cookbook, Jack. Kelly's The Great Mortality is my favorite, and I love Follett's novel World Without End. About the first plague book, from 1983, (I thought it was earlier), I mistook that I wouldn't get anything new from it. Wrong! Not only are all of the latter books obviously based upon this relatively short book, but I believe it is more concise. Nowadays everything is fake, phony, made-up, hearsay, and opinionated nonsense. History is "reimagined", but it was always a white man's game. Facts and evidence are scrapped. This book not only thoroughly looks into the origin of the plague, Africa, and Asia, it also calls a spade, a spade. It has no false claims. It calls theories, theories and nonsense, nonsense. It cites sources from the time. I'd call it a Ron Paul among books. It's not to be missed. Will I read the latest gigantic omnibus? Probably, I'm obsessed and always have been. I'll find the time. 🕛

Apple Fest

   The Hay Creek Apple Festival at Joanna Furnace is October, 11th and 12th. I love Joanna Furnace, Apple Fest is my fav. I haven't had a drink since April, but I've already told Ron I'm having some of Stampede Barbeque's cider at Apple Fest. I'm obvi not an alchie, so he can spare me. 

Apple Fest 🍎

Chaos At Oak Grove

  Tim spent the night. When they got home I was brushing my teeth. Ron said Frankie had gotten out. It was after midnight. I was out with a flashlight, combing the neighborhood with treats, calling him. He comes when called especially for treats. I came back, and Ron was upset. I should've been a general. I'm the one you want in a crisis. I made up MISSING posters. I watch a lot of true crime. Hours later I found him, all hugs, he never left the house. He just hates Tim. Anyway, I had taken out my wooden Saint Francis that I got at Apple Fest at Joanna's Furnace, gave him a kiss, and a bouquet I'd gathered in my walk, looking under bushes for Frankie, right before he came out. So many strange things have been happening lately. We went to the buffet for breakfast. I got a free Victoria & Albert book at their Little Library. I was telling Tim about their museum's online store, and how it's fabulous for gifts. I want everything there. I was talking to the seller in Flushing that I got my Monster High Corpse Bride from, telling them I'd get all of my monsters from them. I hate toy hacks. I only spent a dollar more than The Mattel Shop. Arthur doesn't hate Tim. TTYL... ✨

 

Sir Frankie Crisp

  This little boy literally fell into my lap. I've wanted a Manx my entire life because Daddy always wanted one. Daddy hated cats because a big Siamese that got walked on a leash jumped on his head when he was a kid. When I was six he got me Flower, the guinea pig, because all I talked about was cats. I woke up Christmas morning, and she was dead. Daddy ran out to the shelter and bought me Sugar Plum the next day. She lived to be nineteen because evil never dies, she only liked Daddy. Daddy did like Lou cat, who my brother found. Frankie looks a bit like him, wild. I just got a Saint Francis statue last week at Apple Festival. Daddy's middle name was Francis after his beloved uncle. He came with the name, Frankie. He comes when you call. He is five months old, May 9th, 8:30 pm, a lovable Taurus. I still have to run his chart. He was born in a three-hundred year old stone fairy cottage. He loves us and is a good boy, purrs like a machine. He cuddles and gives lots of kisses. I had no idea he would just come in and take over. I have a bit of catproofing to do. He was already in the Monster High bus. I have to move Julius's tank, but she had fishtanks in her magical cottage. Thank You, Anna! I found this guy completely by accident on Adopt a Pet. I thought I'd be driving to New York or Altoona after waiting a year and paying hundreds of dollars for a Manx. They aren't common. He's got the mittens too. They call them fairy cats on The Isle of Man, but the Manx always said that they arrived with the Spanish armada. Legends don't stray far from the truth as their DNA is most closely related to the Spanish wildcat. I met his mother, he looks like her. She was really lovable and vocal but was swatting at Frankie. I told Ron we probably should not take him, but he said to bring him home. I love Frankie already. 

The Ballad of Sir Frankie Crisp