Discovered too Latte

Biddle-bud hoping to have received a Latte, discovers that the restaurant manager disguised water in a hot drink cup, with a lid.

Watertower

A watertower at sunset. This is a view from our street (well, sort of-- my new super zoom makes it look closer than it really is)

Bibbycakes

Babycakes with a bib on... (taken with the new camera)

Vignette

Scene: The Homestead Place after dinner. Some early Christmas music fills the house with fun and cheer. Claire is cleaning up the post-dinner mess. Peter has gone upstairs. Inge and Lewis are entertaining themselves in some mysterious fashion in the family room.

Vignette: Claire walks around the corner, to see Lewis--to the strains of Frosty the Snowman--vigorously emptying the pepper shaker as he walks about the room. The scene is oddly reminiscent of the holidays--Buddy reminds one of those Salvation Army ringers, or perhaps Santa, or an oldtime town crier during the holidays. Pepper drifts down something like snow. ~


"Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire" just came on. There is a strange thumping noise coming around the corner, the sort of noise a hammer would make if it were pounding on the closed piano.

Signing off,

Claire

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how the world works

Inge has from somewhere contrived a notion that a marriage ceremony consists in the proper wearing of a veil. In her world of make-believe, it follows that she can marry any unsuspecting individual she can drape a veil over. Such as Buddy. A veil can be, and usually is, a piece of string. And so it happens that Buddy will get married two or three times a day, without his consent, participation, or knowledge; and the sign of the recent nuptials is a long red string run over his crown and tucked behind his ears. Poor innocent. But I wonder...Is there a moral to this story?

Dragon Slayer

In some ways, Inge puts her mommy to shame. (Mommy's posting, this time.) She brought me into the living room to "show me something" today, that was supposed to be a spider. Inge's spiders usually aren't, but this one was--had been, I mean. Inge had killed it, as she reasonably explained to me, because it had been inside, which is where spiders are not supposed to be. Turns out she killed it with a microphone and a wooden bead. Got the job done, certainly. She wanted to be the one to wipe it up, too.