Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects
From January 21, 2018
I am tempted to pass over Chapters CXX and CXXI of Violet Crepuscular’s epic romance, Oy, Rodney because they are intolerably mushy. Ms. Crepuscular acknowledges that. “You may find these next two chapters intolerably mushy,” she warns.
Lady Margo Cargo, the richest widow in Scurveyshire, is prepared to marry Lord Jeremy Coldsore and the American adventurer, Willis Twombley, who thinks he is Sargon of Akkad. Twombley has convinced her that he and Lord Jeremy are one and the same person. But the wedding was disrupted and has not yet been rescheduled: Lady Margo thinks she might have a touch of leprosy.
“It’s only wind, you silly old bat,” says her crusty old butler, Crusty.
Then the mush creeps in as Lord Jeremy renews his wooing, this time in person.
“Madam, as soon as the vicar gets over his conniptions, we must be wed,” says Jeremy. They are having rock-hard biscuits baked by Lady Margo’s lunatic aunt. In the opulent comfort of Lady Margo’s parlor, her pet crayfish, Oswin, sulks in his aquarium.
“I love you so much, I could plotz,” says Jeremy. “Your ears are like prize cabbages.”
“Eh?” Those ears do not always function as they should.
“Your hair–” a wig, actually–“is as soft as yogurt,” Jeremy continues. This goes on for the whole two chapters.
Meanwhile, the whole village is startled out of sleep one midnight by horrible groans and shrieks issuing from under the wading pool in the vicar’s back yard. A crowd of peasants armed with scythes and torches descends upon the scene, but then goes home because no one dares lift up the pool and look under it. Constable Chumley reassures them: “‘Tis only yair fickling rawstie,” he explains. This gives them something to think about for the rest of the night.
After last night’s fiasco, I’m surprised I made it through the day.
Did very little, and managed to stay awake all day. I really don’t want to mess up my sleep schedule, so I avoid napping.
Please everyone have a happy and safe 4th of July–do your picnics, cook-outs or whatever your pleasure is–just have a really good time. America is a very special country and her birthday should be celebrated.
If you get a chance, please see Byron’s post today–he is eating a leaf with great relish and because it was not announced it got zero views. He is a darling fellow.
Have a good night, all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty
Our unique nation is now 250 years old. Happy Birthday, America!
From June 15, 2020
G’day! Byron the Quokka here, with a special quokka video. This is my cousin Brando, named for his uncanny resemblance to Marlon Brando. “As alike as two peas in a pod!” his mother said, after she saw Mutiny on the Bounty.
Brando is well-known for his flawless table manners, which you can easily see as he chows down on a leaf. What style! And he chews with his eyes closed, just to show you he can do it.
Last night we had a power failure for about 4 hours.
Today I am destroyed from lack of sleep.
I ended up taking the computer chair and wheeling it into the kitchen so I could sit right in front of the back door (which is screened). That was a juggling act in itself because my kitchen is only a galley. It was cooler outside because there had been some thunderstorms so there was a little breeze. It made it tolerable. I do not recommend trying to doze in an office chair.
The good news is my refrigerator never got into the red zone, so all my food is safe.
I would have been heartsick if I had had to throw out food (yet again).
I had just done that with the refrigerator failure.
Needless to say there won’t be as much action on the ol’ blog today.
I’ll do my best.
Catch you later.
Patty