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Showing posts with label Reading. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 9, 2025
Sunday, September 7, 2025
Saturday, September 6, 2025
Saturday, August 30, 2025
Sunday, August 24, 2025
Summer Harvest
There are as many little ones still on the vine in both the front and backyard. The fish tank water has produced some monsters, twice as big as any you ever see at the grocery store. This is only my second big gourd harvest ever. I don't know why I don't get them every year. I don't think there are any pumpkins or squash this year either, just gourds. Some of them are so big that I thought they were yellow and spaghetti squash, but they aren't.
Saturday, August 23, 2025
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... ✨
Thursday, August 21, 2025
Monday, August 18, 2025
Arthur
Houdini is his first toy. Arthur came with his name, but Houdini would've suited him as he slips out of his harnesses. No wonder Mummy liked me best when I was sleeping. I'll likely finish The Complete Poodle cover to cover. Arthur is no show dog, but it is fascinating. It was written by a lady who bred champions at her kennel in the fifties. Ron's friend says his Golden Doodle is the best hunting dog he's ever had. Poodles were originally retrievers fetching ducks and geese from the water. Hoagie was a Collie Golden Retriever mix and loved the water. Arthur likes getting baths in the sink and vacuumed. Shiner used to attack the vacuum until he was so old that he was going deaf. Arthur never lets me out of his sight. I have to break him of that because he barks as soon as I'm gone. Lucky his bark is not nearly as loud and obnoxious as Shiner's. Shiner used to jump up and bark in the face of any stranger that tried to speak to me. Jacks are something else. David King, from Greenfields Puppies in Leola, Arthur's breeder, has a brother-in-law as a neighbor with Jack Russels. David also has adorable Basset Hounds.
Sunday, August 17, 2025
Friday, August 15, 2025
Happy Birthday Ron
Arthur and Frankie had their first birthday cream pie last night after midnight, we all did. It was sweet. I tried to catch Arthur's whipped cream mustache, but like most, he avoids the puparazzi.
Wednesday, August 13, 2025
Tuesday, August 12, 2025
Thursday, August 7, 2025
Frankie Stuff
I've been forgetting my dreams the last couple of nights because Frankie and Arthur have taken over my life.
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