Showing posts with label Collinwood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Collinwood. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 9, 2025
Sunday, September 7, 2025
Saturday, September 6, 2025
Friday, September 5, 2025
Thursday, September 4, 2025
Sunday, April 27, 2025
Tuesday, December 17, 2024
Frankie's First Christmas Cookie & Necronomnomnom
Frankie and I have been up all night baking. Shiner was my supervisor, but Frankie is worse. He eats about anything. He loves oysters and clams. We are using my Early American Cookbook this year. Christmas has been catproofed, so we're keeping it simple. We made simple butter cookies with a glaze: Yeti, Anne and Andy, unicorns, elephants, and ducks. I'd had one at Cornwall Furnace, a moose, and it was so good, better than mine. Cornwall has Christmas cookies, tea, and cocoa around their Christmas tree once a year. Next stop molasses and ginger snaps. My dear friend sent me Necronomnomnom, and I can hardly wait to get to that. Oh, my ghoul. I have a handmade Lovecraft doll and have yet to finish the complete works, which is huge. I've been sending offers out on Ebay for Collinwood, asking them to save it from the Leviathan, (Frankie). He's been checking into The Collins Port Inn for Christmas. Guess I have to move that too. 🌟
Sunday, August 4, 2024
The Three Witches Magic Shoppe Adventures in Doll Land
Now available in all formats The Three Witches Magic Shoppe Adventures in Doll Land is my best work. Follow the three witches throughout Collinsport Quarter from The Magic Shoppe where they practice doll therapy to The Collins Port Inn and Marie's Chateau.
Monday, April 3, 2023
Dreams 4/3
Dreamt I was at Collinwood with Jill Whelan, the captain's daughter from Love Boat. She was about fourteen and wearing a long red gown. Nancy Pelosi was there in place of Mrs. Johnson and Dr. Hoffman. It wasn't going to get any better. Nancy took Jill away. Next thing you know, Jill was tumbling down a turret, screaming for her life. Now, there were others in the house, a man in a lab coat, I think, maybe two. They'd come to take Nancy away, but she wasn't done. She had a hypodermic needle hidden behind her back, and she pricked me with it. After that, I don't remember so much.
Friday, February 24, 2023
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