Druidic Cat Nap

 

Arthur's Big Day

  I was lucky to get to spend the day celebrating Arthur. He deserves it. We started with a rose water groom before driving out to Crystal Cave. It was the perfect day, beautiful and temperate. Arthur sure loves Kenzie. He pranced the entire nature trail like a proper gentleman. I don't remember walking it in summer before. We shared a cotton candy ice cream from the inn, even the ice cream parlor was closed. Afterwards we went to Petco where I have been wanting to get him the stack of jack o'lanterns. Frankie already got his purple haunted house bed, but Arthur insisted that we pick up some things for his big brother, catnip Greenies and a couple of trick -or-treat mice, Jack and Spook. The commemorative back-to-school shirt was three dollars. Most of Arthur's cute wardrobe has been scored like that. He does love to eat paper, and Ron says he looks like his old professor from grad school. I think we are going miniature golfing tonight, but you know O, My Ra! has been running through my head like a scarab... 

 

Mercury the Betta

Bettas & More

 

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

 

Pick Your Own Flowers

   As if my job could get any better, I pass lots of wonderful things on my way to and from including Pick Your Own Flowers in Kirbyville. I'll be stopping there often. I should probably find some place for them while working today, or Frankie will surely get them. There are very few places Frankie can't get, and he loves flowers. He ate most of my plants. I only keep cacti and bromeliads in the house besides Norfolk Troll Tree. Frankie tried to climb him his first week here. Lucky, he got his Saint Francis medal stuck on a branch. He doesn't mess with Norfolk anymore. Have to get ready for work. TTYL... 🎕

Easter Boys

Arthur and I had a great time at PetSmart's Easter egg hunt. We got Frankie's birthday present, a honeycomb bed complete with bees. Wonderful Michelle gave Arthur a bee named Bea after my sweet old friend from Pittsburgh that I just dreamed about. I figure she's in The Great Beyond now with Mummy, Miss Brown, and Theresa. Ron is doing his damnest to ruin Easter as usual, but I'm going to have a wonderful time. I'm going to stuff myself at Easter brunch at the Farnsworth House in Gettysburg. Have a Happy Easter! TTYL... 🐰

 

Dreams 3/24

 

3/24

  I swore I wrote down this first dream, but I must’ve dreamed that too. Let me see what I can recall. It took place in a dirty old derelict house in the country with a young man or two. I hitched a ride in the back of a pickup truck, but they didn’t want me coming along. Ron kept waking me up telling me about Fentanyl Barbie. I freaked out saying that I’d cursed Mattel for giving Skeletor tits and a miniskirt. I didn’t know that my curses worked so quick. 

  I fell back to sleep at 5:30 am. This dream took place at Wicks-n-Sticks at Christmas. My boss was Pam from Job Corps. I thought this meant that she was dead and discovered that Job Corps closed. It was an infectious haunted pit. I loved Pam. She was way better than Patti, my crazy boss from Wicks-n-Sticks. Back to the dream. I don’t like to elaborate, but I discover a lot of things from my dreams. The place was heavily decorated with snow houses and animatronics. All kinds of adorable stuffed owls were all over the floor. A tent was set up for crafts, and a very nice older gentleman, Tom, was going through a big colorful pop-up book. A woman reached over and tore off the head of a big pink TIKI looking god by accident. Then she left the tent with a younger girl saying that she wanted to invite Tom to the airshow but did not want to pay for him or buy him a pretzel. A young lady gave me an enormous brownie. It was very thin, like pizza, with a crusty bottom. I shared it with my ex, Paul, who was sitting in a group. 

  My third dream was about aquariums, but Frankie woke me up. Ron had put him in the garage, and he was tearing up the door. It sounded like somebody was breaking sticks. That’s what woke me up.

Dana's Dreams 

Dana's Dreams Two 

Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of the Dream Hog

Happy Spring!

 

Dreams 3/22

 3/22

  I was going through my Easter basket; Mummy was with me. She asked me what I was going to do with my hydration station and the twenty-five dollars that she had given me. I told her that I’d probably buy more clay. She asked how many dolls I could make with a block of clay. I told her, three. She said, “That’s good!” Then Ron woke me up banging on my door with Frankie. I gave him the finger and slept on the couch. 

  The second dream took place at an aquarium. Mummy and Becky Galbraith were there. Becky and I had made up. There were enormous hatchet fish, and I showed Mummy how big they were with my hands. I was looking for a bathroom when a guy from the group pointed out some barbs, sleek black fish. 

  The third dream should’ve been epic, but I am so sleep deprived. It began alongside the car in a parking lot on a class trip to a fair. I had lots of girlfriends along, but none that I recognized from real life. I wanted to make an old-fashioned plastic mermaid. The female vendor told me that it would cost ten to thirty-five dollars. I said that my money was in my bag in the car. My girlfriend said that she’d lend me the money. The vendor was showing me plastic bags filled with odd things: emblems, Mucha sorts of designs, and other old-fashioned stuff, but nothing like the little mermaids that were supposedly do-it-yourself from a pressed mold, I presumed. The last bag had a polished bronze relief of Neptune fixed to a piece of clear turquoise plastic, something like a little fishing rod, a tiny compass, and other brassy fixings. I took that one. My teacher or chaperone, a tall white middle-aged man, was talking to somebody about canceling a loan. I passed a big bin full of things like a navy-blue wool stuffed elephant. We were heading towards the car when Ron had the actual gall to wake me up again. Then he asked me for breakfast. I told him that I’d fix him a middle finger sandwich along with a thank God Dana isn’t running away omelet.

 

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two 

Revenge of the Dream Hog

Putting Paddy's Away

How Lucky!

Dreams 3/6

3/6

  Somehow my first dream snippet was lost. The second took place by a pond in spring. A young, naked, Barbara Eden plucked some black downy feathers and tossed them to the wind. She reappeared, lying down on her back in the moss. Black feathers and down filled in all around her until she became a great black water bird like a swan. I got very little sleep thanks to Arthur and Frankie with his wand. He locked himself in the cellar dragging it behind him. 

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

Revenge of the Dream Hog

Back Up & Womelsdorf

  I got my tablet back up so am able to share my pictures of Womelsdorf and Stouch Tavern. Strange, it was charged, but just completely stopped working when I was trying to take pictures of the banquet rooms upstairs. I charged it up, and it's fine. I can't find the old drug store/ insurance company that's for sale across the street from the tavern either. I gave up after searching for forty-five minutes. I gave Ron the phone number, I hope he calls. I love Womelsdorf. I'm watching a New Castle After Dark film from 1972 with Susannah York from my favorite book and film, Tom Jones. I'll probably share that later. I'm trying to work on the rat pack, my sacrifices for Beltane. Getting there. TTYL... 💖

Stouch Tavern +

  My tablet has given out at the moment, so you'll have to settle for my handsome boys, a long shot. Ron is really trying to fatten me up. We had supper at The Douglasville Hotel on Wednesday, we love that place. Marjorie Yoakam, the lady that makes the wooden dolls, lives there. The Mary Merritt Doll Museum used to be there. I was there long before I moved to Reading. Then he got pizza at Blue Marsh up the road on Friday. They have really good pizza. Today we finally made brunch at Stouch Tavern circa 1785 in Womelsdorf. We had wandered into there while visiting Cornwall Furnace and The Blue Bird Inn around Christmas. George Washington slept there. It is off-the-hook awesome. The place across the street is for sale; I want to live there. I went to the Feed the Fish event at PetSmart yesterday. It was the same wonderful lady as the Valentine's Day party, and I finally replaced Ector with a new electric green Glo cory cat, Danu. It's taken me months to find another. Ron never saw the James Bond flicks. Somehow, I missed Her Majesty's Secret Service. It's got Telly Savalas. I've also made it to the third season of Grantchester. TTYL... 💕

Stouch Tavern

Arm & Hammer Kitty Krew

  Sir Frankie Crisp and I have just joined the Arm & Hammer Kitty Krew. I discovered it on his Double Duty kitty litter box. I wanted to score a charm bracelet, but they are out. I get great deals at the little market, Grocery Outlet Bargain Market, but it's often not brand new stuff. The Halloween tortilla chips I scored for ninety-seven cents are killer, so I'll take it. Arthur and I get to go to parties at PetSmart and other fun stuff. I just discovered that I can take him to the Historic Smithton Inn in Ephrata, next on my list. There's a dog park in Ephrata, and he travels so well, a proper gent. I'm going to a tropical fish event on Saturday at PetSmart. It's nice that I have something just for Frankie. We got high dollar natural litter the day we picked him up, Shiner's burial. It was terrible stuff, really pissy. We bought Tidy Cat once because it was cheap. It's nearly as bad. I love Double Duty clumping litter. It is easy clean-up. I clean Frankie's box every day. Someday he'll get a litter robot, but right now Countess Po' Ass can use some samples and freebies. I hope I'm getting more at PetSmart this weekend. Three aquariums can get expensive. I hope to get some Indian pea puffer fish at Petco some time when I'm down a Betta. I realize PetSmart is trying to compete, but Petco's warranties are twice as long, and their freaky fab staff is twice as nice. It won't be easy. They do take better care of their fish though. Sometimes I think about working at Petco. I'm pretty busy though. I'm making a Saint Patrick's Day doll from my Victorian Ornaments book that I got at The Mad Hatter for three dollars. I'm down to three projects in that book out of eleven, and I just got it this past fall. It's a lot of fun. I finished Hot Blood and want to get my rat pack done for the return of The Collins Port Inn. I have to begin The Apple Orchard, an epic poem about Robert Townsend, George Washington's Revolutionary War spy in New York. I hope that leads to another musical satire even before IKE. Ron and my brother don't consider art work. 😹

Kitty Krew

Hot Blood 

The Collins Port Inn

  Oh, my ghoul, I haven't had internet all week, it's comcastic! The instruction manual must've been in English! Wart speed my lily white ass! In the meantime, my wrath has nearly completed the rat pack. I'm wrapping up Filthy Phil right now. Stay tuned... TTYL! 🍀

Blood in the Cut

Still Partying

Arthur's First Birthday

 

Dreams 2/4

 2/4

  My first dream took place in my last bedroom back in Clover Crest. A friend of mine was asking about a Monster High doll. I told him that her name was Blondina Blonde. I had a small color brochure in my right hand desk drawer that featured her. Neither of us had the doll. 

  The second dream was wild and crazy, caused by Arthur and Frankie beating on my door. I got up, opened the door, and two dolls, one bigger than the Governess, a chinahead doll of mine, were running at me. The Governess got down on all fours and ran to my door like a cat. It was so realistic that I woke up astounded. What a riot. 

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Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

Revenge of the Dream Hog