Frankie & the Gourds 9/8

Working on It...

  I don't know how I got so backed up, but my beloved rugrats do demand 300%...  The seller ended my doll... Oh, hex. Mostly working in my Ebay shop, listing original art, like Dark Shadows...  Waiting for my latest Skelita. Might get the Bootique Hotel sooner than later. Also want a Vermont Teddy Bear ghost, missed him last year. Ron has gotten me three of those, and I love them all: Devil Bear, Vampire Bear, and Irish Bear. Doubt I'll have cloister dolls done for next week. Starve Acre, the novel, is even better than the film. Started that last night, (no sleeping), had to force myself to put it down. Want to finish that at the inn next week. I got a short of Frankie and the gourds. Working on it... Coffee is ready... TTYL... ✨

 

Update: Dolls, Ephrata, & the Rugrats

    I finally slept this morning for the first time in a couple of days. My stay at The 1777 Americana Inn in Ephrata near the cloister is finally booked. I have to make a couple of brother and sister doll prototypes for the cloister, working on it. Arthur and Frankie make it difficult for me to get anything done. Arthur has been sporting a man bun. I saw a dude yesterday with one. Arthur wears it better. TTYL... ✨

Dreams 8/31

  8/31

  I dreamed that I had been sick or hurt, and a certain Doctor Julian had sent me to stay in a trailer with a young mulatto woman. The place was a dump, piled high with clothes, mostly. I was a good sport about it, beggars can’t be choosers. The trailer was on the wrong side of the tracks in town. I don’t want the first dream of the book to be a cliche, because it was not. The woman was friendly enough and had friends. The first visitor was a little black man with a long opium pipe. The pipe looked ancient, dried old wood like the bottom of an old puddle. The woman brought out a big glass water bong and wanted to share, but I told her that I was sick and should not. The second guest was a smallish sort of Bigfoot, maybe more of a swamp monster with long dark hair. He didn’t stay long. The third guest was an old high yellow black woman with long grizzled white hair who reminded me of Mama Odie from The Princess & the Frog. She wasn’t blind, but she had the air of magic. She was complaining that my bunk was piled high with the girl’s wardrobe. I could see some black and white sheets and a thin mattress, but the girl said that there was no bed beneath the pile. The elder said that Dr. Julian was going to have to do something about it. The girl went out, and the front screen door kept falling off the hinges. I wanted to lock the door. There was some sort of lock. I couldn’t even keep it on the hinges. Arthur woke me early. Welcome to Dana’s Dreams Four, I suspect it’s going to be a long one.

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of the Dream Hog

Raggedy Arthur's Balloons - 8/30

Arthur is Sweet

 

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. 

 

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

 

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. 

 

My Sweet Boys

 

Frankie Stuff

  I've been forgetting my dreams the last couple of nights because Frankie and Arthur have taken over my life. 
   

Arthur & Jangle Mocum

 

Arthur & Jangle Mocum

Rain Storm

Thursday Morning

My Boys

  I've been so sick, my boys must know. The two of them slept until noon with me today, sandwiched between. They are such good brothers. They did take Ike's girlfriend, Nicki, last night. Ike has been in the den watching television. Vulcan, the samurai Betta, is doing great too. He's very active and loves his posh new home. I might suspect the cats, Rosey and Tat, killed Cupid if he had any wounds, but he didn't. Cupid was a bully, and those cats are huge mates. I'd pity the fool who picked on them. My last Himstedt, Lotus, the Egyptian, is coming today. I'm watching season three of Poldark. I will be starting my notes for IKE, my third musical satire, soon. TTYL... 

 

Poldark

  I had watched the seventies series when we had free Britbox, and I was hooked. Finishing up the first season from 2015. In a lot of ways it's better, more epic and sweeping. But, like all the old PBS, it lacks the on location charm of the original. All the acting is superb. I got the first book, Ross Poldark, from 1945 by Winston Graham. It's a darling little hardback, Ron wants me to read it to him. We better start soon because DOC is on the way, and I read Ron all of my books. While proof reading I read outloud a lot, so he hears some of it as I go. I'm one of those writers that reads over and over again, compulsively. DOC is by far my best work as far as writing goes. We've also The Complete Poodle from 1951 to get to that looks fabulous. I love dog books. Jack London was one of my favorite writers as a kid. I'd read all of his books and bawl. I don't read sad dog books anymore. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was a huge hit at the vet today. The vet said he was wonderful. The vet 💓 Sherlock Holmes and Poldark too. Both Arthur and Sir Frankie Crisp came along with their names. Countess Po' Ass just knighted them. TTYL... ✨
 

Dreams 7/19

   7/19

  Couple of long sweet dreams: the first starred a young Matthew Modine. I was even younger, junior high; Matthew was in high school. We were hiding out in different peoples’ houses. I would change and hide, then we’d move. It was odd, but not bad. 

  Frankie woke everybody up at 3:30, too early, so I snuggled between him and Arthur for the next four hours and had wonderful Christmas dreams. It began with Mummy and Daddy. I had bought some gifts from a shop, and they were delivered the next day in a big green shopping bag: a large crochet snowman and lots of wooden Christmas characters like nutcrackers and uniformed mice. Then Daddy and I walked the dog out back. There were piles of autumn leaves everywhere and a creek. He had a couple of poodle ornaments that I had made. He was picking at one, and I told him not to ruin the finish. I showed him a little toad that I had made out of puff balls hiding at the base of a tree. Then I was shopping with my work mates. It was really busy, I was checking out. I had bought three different little Christmas plants, Trump flags, and other things, all loaded into a brown shopping bag. The clerk, a friend, nearly forgot the Trump flags. Murphy, a friend from Denny’s, was there, putting things away into a cupboard. We were talking about old concerts we had been to. I told him that I had seen Motley Crue as a kid, and Wham! before George Michael had killed a girl. As I was leaving I was talking to the stock lady from the little market where I shop. She was showing me some basil buns in a plastic bag on a top shelf. I told her that I had them and liked them a lot.

Dana's Dreams

Dana's Dreams Two

Sunday Morning

Samurai Betta: Vulcan