Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects
“A writer must never allow herself to be distracted,” declares Violet Crepuscular, the Queen of Suspense. This is because she has lost track of what chapter she’s writing in her epic romance, Oy, Rodney.
“Really, it was Mr. Pitfall’s fault,” she writes, blaming the whole thing on her neighbor. “You know the man is hopelessly in love with me. He used one of my recipes to bake me a batch of what were supposed to be toothpaste-filled cupcakes. I ate one–and the next three days are now a total blank to me!”
So she has settled on No. DXXIII for the chapter she is currently writing. Let’s see… The rhinoceros has spun a cocoon behind Dr. Weezle’s tool shed, the royal handwriting inspector has come and gone… and Constable Chumley has auditioned for the title role in the Scurveyshire Players’ production of Hamlet.
That’s how “To be or not to be” turns into “Ay wee yearnted far thither.”
Potrick the Jovial Shepherd (there are two jovial shepherds in Scurveyshire) thinks the constable should write his memoirs. He is also working on his imitation of Alan Hale, the American movie actor who has yet to be born. Potrick is good at things like that.
I found this nice film about an abandoned baby rhino. It was about 10 minutes long, and was really interesting as the baby rhino developed a real friendship/playmate relationship with a goat. After watching it I found I was not able to post it–one of those that must be watched on YouTube. I wish they would let you know ahead of time that that was the case. I know I’ve complained about that before.
Anyway, today was a so so day. My deceased neighbor’s sister and a friend of hers are cleaning out the apartment. What a lot of stuff. I am in the same boat. I’m surprised that these two ladies (who are not youngsters) are tackling such a big job on their own.
It’s one heck of a big job.
Didn’t do much today as I have been having a couple of medical issues that I have to take care of next week. No doctors are available on the weekends anymore. Geez, when I was a kid most doctors had office hours on Saturday. At least half a day.
I’m closing now and will make my supper and watch some TV.
Have a good night, all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty
Zebras were Lee’s favorite modern day animal.
I could never understand this sport. Jumping out of a plane, even with a parachute, equals being very careless with God’s precious gift of life. Doing something like that for a “rush” or a thrill is showing no respect for the life that God has given you. My deepest condolences go out to their families.
G’day! Byron the Quokka here with Uncle Shinbone, and that’s the Quokka University Political Science Dept. offices in the background. It needs a little more work.
Having been unable to get us 300 or more views for three days in a row, Uncle Shinbone now says it’s not his fault, the wind wasn’t blowing properly, and what the heck, he’s going fishing. “Let one of those smart-aleck wombats try,” he says.
I don’t know what it is with him and fishing, he never catches anything. Well, all right, he once caught a picture of a fish. Not many humans can say they’ve done that. I guess I’ll just have to figure out some other way to get the views back up to speed. Meanwhile, “I’m going for marlin,” Uncle Shinbone says. We all have our dreams, don’t we?
I am just too tired to do anything more today.
I am taking a short nap before I have supper.
The ride to the store today was bad enough–I got caught in a blinding downpour. That was an adventure I didn’t need.
Have a good night all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty