tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50025556618404511352024-03-14T09:26:38.353-04:00The Continuing Adventures of Hitty CarolineThe story of a 6.5" doll and her friendsMaddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.comBlogger221125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-70555771927980524762024-02-11T11:22:00.002-05:002024-02-11T11:22:37.382-05:00In which - Happy Gotcha Day!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_k7zDfsiaCLFCX-EvinI4F6V9olGQsaNebt1l6yho54Dpdg9zXhaOMJl1HVBWWvE_76C5Mp5u1j9LOiachPOjksgzR3jyl9ecp97G3_ysvIgGJbG4fHM5z4LzzSF34H899jBrCUd56GQOpIklFfNkYqHqaDF8nyxB2xFMnPrywe-ox7-bFP2zsD9BZ3gJ/s4032/20231023_204934%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_k7zDfsiaCLFCX-EvinI4F6V9olGQsaNebt1l6yho54Dpdg9zXhaOMJl1HVBWWvE_76C5Mp5u1j9LOiachPOjksgzR3jyl9ecp97G3_ysvIgGJbG4fHM5z4LzzSF34H899jBrCUd56GQOpIklFfNkYqHqaDF8nyxB2xFMnPrywe-ox7-bFP2zsD9BZ3gJ/s320/20231023_204934%20(1).jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Happy Gotcha Day to Fawn, who arrived ten years ago today!<p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xC5upjwW9hEPtnW3Y3Y3s8sCIoCsNAoVTOvXo10MlhVDQk1-9n6m73Ma2sfrAAySD-H_mOrR0PxV8cUSxcsCimz_vKFMuy6cwCaWSgYO_N7lPQllY_zPXgxbtIQg0FXbOQyCWRzWqXbQCm9V1qyl1ldIU-nRuHJZ50W7Z7r1j6rxQSXxQd99PhDDWWB9/s2048/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1362" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xC5upjwW9hEPtnW3Y3Y3s8sCIoCsNAoVTOvXo10MlhVDQk1-9n6m73Ma2sfrAAySD-H_mOrR0PxV8cUSxcsCimz_vKFMuy6cwCaWSgYO_N7lPQllY_zPXgxbtIQg0FXbOQyCWRzWqXbQCm9V1qyl1ldIU-nRuHJZ50W7Z7r1j6rxQSXxQd99PhDDWWB9/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Her debut photo!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4H1DKgAO45gpxbzE_o-SLtQM395UuLE6BOJ689C6v0pDqUUbOXQvLAi8U3fPpB2wI1gZIIPa6KwknDInqrPWXB33tkRLJKilKhyphenhyphenD05lJ01Ml-3Inc3nFeq1t_Ns7NcFIOfhYv2AKiDLuOkS1p0UphPC_sUNYKAHFiZk-rU8XRQ36EsF-EcIDWJwUOuvU7/s4032/20240210_122117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4H1DKgAO45gpxbzE_o-SLtQM395UuLE6BOJ689C6v0pDqUUbOXQvLAi8U3fPpB2wI1gZIIPa6KwknDInqrPWXB33tkRLJKilKhyphenhyphenD05lJ01Ml-3Inc3nFeq1t_Ns7NcFIOfhYv2AKiDLuOkS1p0UphPC_sUNYKAHFiZk-rU8XRQ36EsF-EcIDWJwUOuvU7/s320/20240210_122117.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>And a couple from yesterday<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCitejKttM8-2KwZDqsSVWZ9CirFAgv0ejMtMth22XyBuYnwcxT0D3cGsW0o9kAGW6sZj8DsHx_YcksjBTMDvMPTuKfZEM7gdQzBYzGWCRJLFZ0Hlm07i9i0aiixNeGwXU1KcbEEzsCc5ygpnIvZkE11a7a_jpHF0h6ikTETaFDUKlStg6RFX43IHnGd4V/s4032/20240210_122536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCitejKttM8-2KwZDqsSVWZ9CirFAgv0ejMtMth22XyBuYnwcxT0D3cGsW0o9kAGW6sZj8DsHx_YcksjBTMDvMPTuKfZEM7gdQzBYzGWCRJLFZ0Hlm07i9i0aiixNeGwXU1KcbEEzsCc5ygpnIvZkE11a7a_jpHF0h6ikTETaFDUKlStg6RFX43IHnGd4V/s320/20240210_122536.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>I still love this girl. </div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Gotcha Day!<br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-60862560616035701832024-01-06T14:20:00.000-05:002024-01-06T14:20:18.676-05:00In which...waiting for snow<p>For the record, I think "Ember" is a really counterintuitive name for a winter storm. But I'm not the one who names them; I just complain about them.... </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FkVUTEmFxQyz0mn9ClsaVyg0cId8LalbE43fsUU3aHRbrVM5_yb60gMjlHI0GKI-qhuojjwHOsf3G6idBMIHb2-I3MBtgoD_eKrTAI2uqPnNyoEjagXy5lFPhz7ltFGaXpaR8zoCJyxrJoT1FuE-kJyzO80l1uwJNEntaO7YM9WyaXPlJJ2BLXrIfug2/s4032/20240106_133129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FkVUTEmFxQyz0mn9ClsaVyg0cId8LalbE43fsUU3aHRbrVM5_yb60gMjlHI0GKI-qhuojjwHOsf3G6idBMIHb2-I3MBtgoD_eKrTAI2uqPnNyoEjagXy5lFPhz7ltFGaXpaR8zoCJyxrJoT1FuE-kJyzO80l1uwJNEntaO7YM9WyaXPlJJ2BLXrIfug2/s320/20240106_133129.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>"That looks somewhat - phallic."<p></p><p>"I think it's finally going to grow again." The bedroom doubles as a convalescent room for sad plants as well as a home for sun lovers, This philo has been looking much the worse for no discernable wear, but might be making a comeback. </p><p>I also think Beth is a bad influence on Lenore and Fawn. They asked her for a sweet potato to plant and she brought one home. It's currently in a pot. We have no idea what this thing is going to do. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSw-FS0JYOfSjRKXEzXmlYTplWd089RsN7G58cboLZSBC8PuLC1urlgHK2O7v9ZvhT8g4DINk-ZZnSx4ZGMfpbdlLtktrAhYmDaXGu81xpevqVWBALgszrKmSqz2xTNTjpIJ5haI3RCdbCWwhG31dJzL2Z4viuvo8QsQ3_flSuNw-KyEqfKjQWNmHL8l3V/s4032/20240106_133853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSw-FS0JYOfSjRKXEzXmlYTplWd089RsN7G58cboLZSBC8PuLC1urlgHK2O7v9ZvhT8g4DINk-ZZnSx4ZGMfpbdlLtktrAhYmDaXGu81xpevqVWBALgszrKmSqz2xTNTjpIJ5haI3RCdbCWwhG31dJzL2Z4viuvo8QsQ3_flSuNw-KyEqfKjQWNmHL8l3V/s320/20240106_133853.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>"Miss Beth?"<div><br /></div><div>"Oh, hey Lenore!" Neither of us had heard her come in. "Be careful on that box fan. It's wobbly."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTaxtIpr5bFTiBECAig7-M92XDs_TTXGDToEFp0tt1OZAeE2gbvGXME9BmUYwrTioWbH2n6XeXKHO4D_rgEGW12_9xbz-sGJv_Fqd6LAjaGpnTWOBzI_t7yLy9wkD6EbSUhdj9CM-HVmnCbo28KOAp6h0q-KG7YCMLGqR5sj5BLfhsIAUm_JJ63-d0VMw/s4032/20240106_133815.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTaxtIpr5bFTiBECAig7-M92XDs_TTXGDToEFp0tt1OZAeE2gbvGXME9BmUYwrTioWbH2n6XeXKHO4D_rgEGW12_9xbz-sGJv_Fqd6LAjaGpnTWOBzI_t7yLy9wkD6EbSUhdj9CM-HVmnCbo28KOAp6h0q-KG7YCMLGqR5sj5BLfhsIAUm_JJ63-d0VMw/s320/20240106_133815.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>She got up on the window shelf. "Jamie keeps wanting to ask you something, but he's too nervous to, so I decided I'd ask for him."<div><br /></div><div>"Sure. What is it?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Can his sister come stay with us after this semester is over? She's like my and Fawn's age. And his parents sound pretty - well, rotten. She's studying ballet - or she was - at their mother's insistence, but she isn't sure she wants to be a professional ballet dancer and their mother - isn't happy about it at all."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Of course she can. Do you know when the semester is over?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"I think maybe March. I'm not sure. Oh, and I think I found out who Hawthorne has been hanging out with."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Who?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"I didn't think pixies and fairies had much to do with each other, but she's been hanging out with them, apparently. Which is why she suddenly thinks she's soo good for us."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Figures. Is that where she is now?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Yeah. She was lording it over Daisy and Lily that *she* got an invite to the Light Court for the winter and *they* didn't. I wanted to tell her that the Light Court isn't anything special and she could just shove it, but I didn't want to start anything more than she already was."</div><div><br /></div><div>I will say for the record that's more restraint than I would have shown. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Well, it keeps her out of our hair," I said. </div><div><br /></div><div>"I'll do a ward so she can't come back without us knowing," Beth said after a moment's thought. "I don't trust her right now. She's - well, you know her. She's gullible and doesn't realize it. Although I think that if you do realize it, than you're not."</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZmI89ucuG-QrxJ9Td3trlRv7p2R609sc89P9JwVaYAc5KUkyQYFnUoOKnB-f_WDQBUjieW_lckRA_s2DdWJ1xjNZWAMSlSzGNa6Nj1idHqcX1srsuL6B9tLTPLhdQH7V6mlZDY8uyG9lGnFGJcgsbABZYv3BS2TskkZWdEANnlPgbr_skLBheBfSjuaG/s4032/20240106_133504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ZmI89ucuG-QrxJ9Td3trlRv7p2R609sc89P9JwVaYAc5KUkyQYFnUoOKnB-f_WDQBUjieW_lckRA_s2DdWJ1xjNZWAMSlSzGNa6Nj1idHqcX1srsuL6B9tLTPLhdQH7V6mlZDY8uyG9lGnFGJcgsbABZYv3BS2TskkZWdEANnlPgbr_skLBheBfSjuaG/s320/20240106_133504.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>"I think I know who they are, but I don't want to say for sure," Lenore said, using the fan to climb over to the bed. "Because if I'm right, it's not good. I think one of them is Princess Maribel's daughter. And she's as much of a - well, bitch - as her mother."</div><div><br /></div><div>Beth didn't scold Lenore for her choice of language. We've heard the stories. You can't scold a young person for telling the unvarnished truth. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Wonderful." I'm pretty sure that was sarcasm. "But yeah, tell Jamie I said it's fine. And to let me know if she needs anything."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-66336146199901601442024-01-01T10:57:00.001-05:002024-01-01T10:57:39.728-05:00In which - Happy 2024?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrq7hp_H5B8aoSe-bQUCjZLnwCiC3ptRY3I61sIeDwm1S1AbqnEEmmd27_AbKIGCjgwKETjFwgAiBPZlc6u3luVn6GP4AHRjmDU7QN-S76azFfnPw0mc9YOI-YvGB6rr1YTrmEvrifg699VOjihXE__y3vaDZX5LqT4jsMPPWi04Dt2HYpzIanj_bIMMb2/s4032/20240101_095419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrq7hp_H5B8aoSe-bQUCjZLnwCiC3ptRY3I61sIeDwm1S1AbqnEEmmd27_AbKIGCjgwKETjFwgAiBPZlc6u3luVn6GP4AHRjmDU7QN-S76azFfnPw0mc9YOI-YvGB6rr1YTrmEvrifg699VOjihXE__y3vaDZX5LqT4jsMPPWi04Dt2HYpzIanj_bIMMb2/s320/20240101_095419.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> Beth: Hawthorne! What are you doing? Don't push my stuff off the printer! Leave Aziraphale and Crowley alone.<p></p><p>Hawthorne: They're in the way.</p><p>Beth: In the way for *what?* What do you think you're doing?</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWVJj5seo-30ZXdtRoeaXKz7kyMB2_WoW-Ww87b6Lfu1fjGfPgSgewezgbXamnGwONNDqwIMNgUUHX5xikq5XNxXQvfIPWpYvm_IfK8GTIXh7bBaGy3m4IUpSPxhB8WjjZhz6fWancBtpwd2vYARokM_YdCRL5IwKuk2SPtycc6_szVP4TA8G7GGoc3DP-/s4032/20240101_095541.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWVJj5seo-30ZXdtRoeaXKz7kyMB2_WoW-Ww87b6Lfu1fjGfPgSgewezgbXamnGwONNDqwIMNgUUHX5xikq5XNxXQvfIPWpYvm_IfK8GTIXh7bBaGy3m4IUpSPxhB8WjjZhz6fWancBtpwd2vYARokM_YdCRL5IwKuk2SPtycc6_szVP4TA8G7GGoc3DP-/s320/20240101_095541.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Hawthorne: TRYING to work on my San Tropez tan, thank you very much. Your tanning light sucks, by the way, I'm not getting tan.</p><p>Beth: That's because it's a grow light for the plants, not a tanning light. They don't need UV radiation and neither do you. </p><p>Hawthorne: How am I supposed to get a tan, then?</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC5GHSIBDsv5jjjKsZWdV0fd73qLpsl4QQvViv4RGeTZXSn9t6Q158Z_w0ASUWwfqwxn5PciEXK0ouaI5G7AX5OHv9sp8PzLbK-iwVsIslZK3gorFmoQO8xuTWItHb3SJQVxVKYumvc0loZXyfkG1ZEe2eDFRdJ286YgELZHQmuIOY7BewkRvC4Qm7wA4W/s4032/20240101_095654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC5GHSIBDsv5jjjKsZWdV0fd73qLpsl4QQvViv4RGeTZXSn9t6Q158Z_w0ASUWwfqwxn5PciEXK0ouaI5G7AX5OHv9sp8PzLbK-iwVsIslZK3gorFmoQO8xuTWItHb3SJQVxVKYumvc0loZXyfkG1ZEe2eDFRdJ286YgELZHQmuIOY7BewkRvC4Qm7wA4W/s320/20240101_095654.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Beth: You're not. Now off my printer. Off off off....</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX5XEZuCP3kh62O2oCRCR3kLaE4GGRad4pUszVPaUpZxG1dYJXUjCKC-GYbQL70PWJhP3N8tZX0JJJ-SupRVBPbI-BkIkqv-pC0fePgfpErzbYE6OOAxww2dl53yBRI1sZmi7bbV-cNx9UaVDT4Jo4OK1mUugGOubK1rY7Z8Qlct8rzvilqhelR8rTpr9K/s4032/20240101_100103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX5XEZuCP3kh62O2oCRCR3kLaE4GGRad4pUszVPaUpZxG1dYJXUjCKC-GYbQL70PWJhP3N8tZX0JJJ-SupRVBPbI-BkIkqv-pC0fePgfpErzbYE6OOAxww2dl53yBRI1sZmi7bbV-cNx9UaVDT4Jo4OK1mUugGOubK1rY7Z8Qlct8rzvilqhelR8rTpr9K/s320/20240101_100103.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Hawthorne, grumbling: She doesn't have to be such a stupid bitch about it...<div><br /></div><div>Lily: Okay, one - language. Two - I told you to leave that alone and three - freaking get dressed, okay? No one wants to see that!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcFNZYux0YxMYHp6GYjgeFlt7JjD83q9J1AbhK1EjVDYfIKpcoSpxbt3_ea6xexnCrU7zwwbLtNT-j_HrIdfElEB6xpoDlKFLO7XiE3fC7k8m3GQFHNmaChRoDHJSlShE6yuLtw1o8AG2nZAQJqBaWdebux2lrbCmFikSUypvvLV-W-qx068HWpkpq6kxO/s4032/20240101_100331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcFNZYux0YxMYHp6GYjgeFlt7JjD83q9J1AbhK1EjVDYfIKpcoSpxbt3_ea6xexnCrU7zwwbLtNT-j_HrIdfElEB6xpoDlKFLO7XiE3fC7k8m3GQFHNmaChRoDHJSlShE6yuLtw1o8AG2nZAQJqBaWdebux2lrbCmFikSUypvvLV-W-qx068HWpkpq6kxO/s320/20240101_100331.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><p>'Pixies! Right, Spot?"</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSG5kQqWja9U1fWsQbyx-PUAZCADjABUcgCID0ynxt2B47tf2C6V4dGaVnVDrN_nnA49MHlxepGkA21RIv3HovaBsVLrRFD2v8r0SXSKKd3X3E8gdIH0SBmAgOn9IRmSAPm0RYQibO9WMVYaw7dCIfSSTEzvncjFWXc-GkVEHh8XcfoSxjY_UL7itxCBnw/s4032/20240101_100530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSG5kQqWja9U1fWsQbyx-PUAZCADjABUcgCID0ynxt2B47tf2C6V4dGaVnVDrN_nnA49MHlxepGkA21RIv3HovaBsVLrRFD2v8r0SXSKKd3X3E8gdIH0SBmAgOn9IRmSAPm0RYQibO9WMVYaw7dCIfSSTEzvncjFWXc-GkVEHh8XcfoSxjY_UL7itxCBnw/s320/20240101_100530.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Fawn: But you're a pixie.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lily: Yeah, but that doesn't mean I have to like them. Or all of them, anyway. And what are you guys doing?</div><div><br /></div><div>Lenore: Looking for a cage for Hawthorne.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fawn: We are *not.* Not yet, anyway. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyz-U1Sbxdh3KdlVotGjfW83XeYUZ9o4G32Tq5UbAEZemZzG7h2kS4NnvdWxRCXR0qjKS0S21vhtQFJBMwgF9NLu9hY1RlrY3L4lxUpFCP_DXvWAmdWwy01dg9fKALuMjOZYhSHgRezTz4fFoL4w4TO1hBcxZm6hziHB3_ZEuFQ1SFCSfON918pyE3Bk2o/s4032/20240101_100554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyz-U1Sbxdh3KdlVotGjfW83XeYUZ9o4G32Tq5UbAEZemZzG7h2kS4NnvdWxRCXR0qjKS0S21vhtQFJBMwgF9NLu9hY1RlrY3L4lxUpFCP_DXvWAmdWwy01dg9fKALuMjOZYhSHgRezTz4fFoL4w4TO1hBcxZm6hziHB3_ZEuFQ1SFCSfON918pyE3Bk2o/s320/20240101_100554.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div>Lily: Restraints and a ball gag, then?</div><div><br /></div><div>Fawn: Again, not yet.</div><div><br /></div><div>Beth, from the kitchen washing dishes: Don't give me ideas...</div><div><br /></div><div>Me (Caroline): she doesn't need to. I've seen the kind of fanfiction you read. </div><div><br /></div><div>Beth: Hey!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMitIlWmL_5kI0ogEwJwNsEMtvHdxcErqicPklcdjuc6IJN6Neq-Z7zBmxI6wjxuKmOdYJeR8BOILMXFrKuUrwfnMrLSbJz5BzxzreA2YrDtAFV8AlMrycxI_o2UprJqx_tu8tqTX0ycQmZ2mk_Aq_Tb243cbZ_a4WtK7X1S6bxUyKSiy8S6oaV8ytnWxu/s4032/20240101_100622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMitIlWmL_5kI0ogEwJwNsEMtvHdxcErqicPklcdjuc6IJN6Neq-Z7zBmxI6wjxuKmOdYJeR8BOILMXFrKuUrwfnMrLSbJz5BzxzreA2YrDtAFV8AlMrycxI_o2UprJqx_tu8tqTX0ycQmZ2mk_Aq_Tb243cbZ_a4WtK7X1S6bxUyKSiy8S6oaV8ytnWxu/s320/20240101_100622.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Lenore: TMI, Miss Caroline. T.M.I. (Lowers her voice.) I don't know about Hawthorne. I think she's been hanging around with the wrong fae. She was always kind of hyper, but she didn't used to be mean. She's been hanging around with some other fae and she's starting to act like this girl I used to know.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fawn: Was that back at the Academy?<br /><br /></div><div>Lenore: Yeah. We were friends for a long time, but they turned really mean, One of them was really dumb and mean. Hawthorne is starting to act like them. </div><div><br /></div><div>Lily: Yeah, well, your average rock is smarter than Hawthorne, so...</div><div><br /></div><div>Fawn: Lily, be nice. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJYJ-xua2crhXS4Vwp9-M9GnCpG16qDWqEzeTvjbS300EXxFHDWxHy2Jy3uVfijo-3k-98m2F0Z7wl-xAlCW8gfDBv8UsWMNYOIQqtDQfGJ3tw58Ve7UyVNtkaQ-gALJRNGZ6uy9DTDpOwh0zCkGIX9VI0ekA37q3J33J6M47OUSfcurXH_CwkPhohErj3/s4000/20240101_100948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJYJ-xua2crhXS4Vwp9-M9GnCpG16qDWqEzeTvjbS300EXxFHDWxHy2Jy3uVfijo-3k-98m2F0Z7wl-xAlCW8gfDBv8UsWMNYOIQqtDQfGJ3tw58Ve7UyVNtkaQ-gALJRNGZ6uy9DTDpOwh0zCkGIX9VI0ekA37q3J33J6M47OUSfcurXH_CwkPhohErj3/s320/20240101_100948.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Hawthorne: I wish she'd move her stupid garbage off this thing. And turn the heat up! It's freezing in here!</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Or you could, I don't know, get off the printer like you were asked to, stop being an idiot and put some clothes on?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq7EZwS3FlXlpVT6voU7B1QkbUXC8DfYgkNL0kp7SbRxlwm5lSV8vlM9RLq_2kGA7Gta_zx7SYFSQf0ro6oXQYil3OYwoHZG8UhBtF12515FJaU4Yrgh8Jl8V0Y4WW4GP_0yTDCB_iUtdLPwuZpBhIPxy9Yo37MFtL4ETPlknlst80EpsnM8dgh_l6o4iN/s4032/20240101_101239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq7EZwS3FlXlpVT6voU7B1QkbUXC8DfYgkNL0kp7SbRxlwm5lSV8vlM9RLq_2kGA7Gta_zx7SYFSQf0ro6oXQYil3OYwoHZG8UhBtF12515FJaU4Yrgh8Jl8V0Y4WW4GP_0yTDCB_iUtdLPwuZpBhIPxy9Yo37MFtL4ETPlknlst80EpsnM8dgh_l6o4iN/s320/20240101_101239.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Yeah, anyway, Happy New Year - more or less.....<br /><div><br /></div><div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div></div>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-74356803660074209332023-12-31T17:30:00.000-05:002023-12-31T17:30:03.204-05:00In Which it's New Year's Eve 2023<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWLIs_UHueyTcDM2EHEgUYnQrtdtoXgDZMwF4FBqH5m_SGWyZjZs4H6moZV4zfOoK7L980ksrqWH_VuxK26fDuG_UOxx5EttD-isuVbfa-OOSAA5mPHrXXw4BYEzbD9z0XBm0ZsZSMpaEX9br1xH69kghXSd9Fg4hWbAXXfrTSmkRPJ4ltIVUfvViFIntB/s4032/20231226_142745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWLIs_UHueyTcDM2EHEgUYnQrtdtoXgDZMwF4FBqH5m_SGWyZjZs4H6moZV4zfOoK7L980ksrqWH_VuxK26fDuG_UOxx5EttD-isuVbfa-OOSAA5mPHrXXw4BYEzbD9z0XBm0ZsZSMpaEX9br1xH69kghXSd9Fg4hWbAXXfrTSmkRPJ4ltIVUfvViFIntB/s320/20231226_142745.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>...and going to be a quiet one. Beth, our person, managed to avoid it for close to four years, but COVID finally got her just before Christmas. She's pretty sure she knows who it was that came to work sick when they shouldn't have and needless to say, she is NOT a very happy camper. She didn't get super sick or anything - just a lot of sinus drip, a LOT of sneezing and an extreme amount of Samuel L. Jackson style cursing when the second line appeared on the little test thingy. She's been feeling better since Tuesday but still had a positive test this morning. She would tell you all to wear masks, although that train apparently left the station week before last. (And yes, she is indeed fully vaxxed and boosted, which is why she's up and about making peanut butter cookies and complaining about it rather than being in the hospital or worse.) I get it, though. Man, I'd be pissed, too. <p></p><p>These weird things are some leftover Orbeez, by the way. I think she had the idea of using them to maybe root cuttings. She said she had some that were actually pretty (blue and purple) but she used them a few years ago in a failed attempt at keeping lucky bamboo happy. So these are apparently the ugly ones she's hydrating. These things are weird. Kind of like the love child of one of those Superballs you get out of a gum machine and a Jello shot. Don't tell her I know what Jello shots are, okay? You do learn some stuff being on the web. </p><p>Speaking of learning stuff....</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGmYEd6dMXALur5rO0iCQnws4sFo9mDV3UK6BDRqqfGXNIHEQIULsTdOJ1nsyVAuK9TaapB6RUx4qiJub7b7wO00DHiBbus9rQW9iKRAJbKZ5r2oSFqmekYIEIC5csEWpZvJ5ImSVqudIB7Z4BHDQRh77J_Ie5auCZJdwQ4yjKyQmR1_7qveNdFofbB_bm/s4032/20231231_155620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGmYEd6dMXALur5rO0iCQnws4sFo9mDV3UK6BDRqqfGXNIHEQIULsTdOJ1nsyVAuK9TaapB6RUx4qiJub7b7wO00DHiBbus9rQW9iKRAJbKZ5r2oSFqmekYIEIC5csEWpZvJ5ImSVqudIB7Z4BHDQRh77J_Ie5auCZJdwQ4yjKyQmR1_7qveNdFofbB_bm/s320/20231231_155620.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Lenore: I thought it was supposed to be sunny today.<div>Fawn: It was. *Supposed* to be. When was the sun out last, anyway?</div><div>Lenore: Christmas day....</div><div>Fawn: What were you asking Jamie about?</div><div>Lenore: I asked him if he'd asked Miss Beth about his sister coming here, and he said he hadn't yet. He also said there's a Miss Torrance who's going to be joining us. I think she's older, though. Like him. </div><div>Fawn: Jamie isn't that old!</div><div>Lenore: No, but he's older than we are. And did you find the website?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Fi8qqOLNBoxSblLTyl84GFA_61cUDUpVTCQaRR2xea9iZINh7rIZ8rEtPxgagA3NoStXhGEu6ZUvNCmmOJQDJhnM5nq4kMQcmVCa_DQuGOjVAadkQtyEyDzocZbER-aRKiQ6yTvJEyWQNZQxF_3OZP1JGvkYQYxtwf_u3oTiO-UgBLXpOnSfl_467ayP/s4032/20231231_155707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Fi8qqOLNBoxSblLTyl84GFA_61cUDUpVTCQaRR2xea9iZINh7rIZ8rEtPxgagA3NoStXhGEu6ZUvNCmmOJQDJhnM5nq4kMQcmVCa_DQuGOjVAadkQtyEyDzocZbER-aRKiQ6yTvJEyWQNZQxF_3OZP1JGvkYQYxtwf_u3oTiO-UgBLXpOnSfl_467ayP/s320/20231231_155707.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Fawn: Right here. Archive of Our Own. That's the one Beth was talking about. <div>Lenore: So where's this story?</div><div>Fawn: There are a bunch of them. This one's really funny, though. One of the characters is reading one of those really dirty books, but it's really badly written.</div><div>Lenore: It looks okay to me.</div><div>Fawn: No, the story isn't badly written. The book he's reading is badly written. and they wrote a bunch of excerpts. </div><div>Lenore: Like the one Miss Beth wrote where one of the characters was reading that really awful romance novel?</div><div>Fawn: Yeah, except this one's really explicit. And funny. Like this. "My demon lover approached me and shredded the clothes from my body, scattering the shredded rags about the library like autumn leaves to the wind..."</div><div>Lenore: I hope he brought a change of clothes or that's not gonna be a fun commute home from work...</div><div>Fawn: I'm sure he thought of that somewhere along the line. He did plan this, you know."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrnxgsh3DhlJ6MH3xwB5GfKhhnbZN8b-GCkecVcLX6nmK22qbRadTr9J3jQNqZmw0VyG0liMTW7M7R1pCbQUdSXwe2vihSDApxd_aCRpGTqRIq9f_WnBXY0j8DIB22DuqZcul6CnOleXgHXo4U4h6o5JKZk-vZAqZjw_HtunQUWlSpTb3Ill-Ks3I6Ohi_/s4032/20231231_155817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrnxgsh3DhlJ6MH3xwB5GfKhhnbZN8b-GCkecVcLX6nmK22qbRadTr9J3jQNqZmw0VyG0liMTW7M7R1pCbQUdSXwe2vihSDApxd_aCRpGTqRIq9f_WnBXY0j8DIB22DuqZcul6CnOleXgHXo4U4h6o5JKZk-vZAqZjw_HtunQUWlSpTb3Ill-Ks3I6Ohi_/s320/20231231_155817.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Fawn, still reading several hilariously painful paragraphs later: "With this power from our coupling, I can replant the entire Amazon rain forest!" my demon lover declared as he vanished, leaving me sated and spent. It was then that I realized I had nothing to wear to get home..."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMpLGvkyTVx1ucIN3qkn6maaIwma753YLZru6FonMko4Os1qJjb7omLl32Ba75dUdGpUQp0-aSYD_bBDFQCRMsthGDU-Z42_ROVrQ9LVePZ5d485x7c6ANZoExzcHZVBPQXXGFCDWuRZ919RNpZDZnd2xmlhajFhkgVhp_EDJUeOW1NbkX4XQVNXrkjN8/s4032/20231231_155912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMpLGvkyTVx1ucIN3qkn6maaIwma753YLZru6FonMko4Os1qJjb7omLl32Ba75dUdGpUQp0-aSYD_bBDFQCRMsthGDU-Z42_ROVrQ9LVePZ5d485x7c6ANZoExzcHZVBPQXXGFCDWuRZ919RNpZDZnd2xmlhajFhkgVhp_EDJUeOW1NbkX4XQVNXrkjN8/s320/20231231_155912.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Lenore: Told you he didn't think it through.<div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvKRcP8FkYn2sxpz41JWFFybmMTfXFu8j8zvp7w7Kh9EpfsYoBrm3FhaR_U_rgfYGW14rDHSbrpcFEk0QrSNfEpvfuIdwLHIroey3R5roR-02AoG6D2XoozH2UIk7LyNxSb4MD2wNH5kXYEODzLvi_EfoVGER_xUq6TREgivenctSr4QtlM9dd-YvcXAeC/s4032/20231231_160005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvKRcP8FkYn2sxpz41JWFFybmMTfXFu8j8zvp7w7Kh9EpfsYoBrm3FhaR_U_rgfYGW14rDHSbrpcFEk0QrSNfEpvfuIdwLHIroey3R5roR-02AoG6D2XoozH2UIk7LyNxSb4MD2wNH5kXYEODzLvi_EfoVGER_xUq6TREgivenctSr4QtlM9dd-YvcXAeC/s320/20231231_160005.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><div>Fawn: Well, I guess he could have worn a garbage bag. But that still would have been embarrassing.</div><div>Lenore: Not to mention that kind of went out of style awhile ago. And if the library has garbage bags like Miss Beth's office, they're all clear. So that wouldn't have worked either. </div><div>Fawn: Yeah, he *really* should have thought that through. <br /><div><br /></div></div></div><div>(For the record, Beth said "yeah, they're about the age I was when we started reading stuff like that, but we didn't have fanfiction. We had to make do with sneaking actual books. As long as they come to me with any questions, it's fine." She also can't remember the name of the one everyone was passing around like seventh-grade contraband, which, some to think of it, it probably was. She also said it was just about as comically bad, except it wasn't supposed to be funny. I think she enjoys playing benevolent cool aunt to a couple of twelvish-year-old girls.)</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7xa12lR-rIXY6gcPDjc-0XNm0f7IGSaHTYuJJmLRBtNr88ssrPtH1UOoMr2WzmMBCKl7Nq4pdgfO-CRJHaUTbm1sBa5ukDNK_qZeaOTa0JrnVqrJfDjLKbsxkYJz1g-UO2XbmYSp0P96PyMw8MYXpZkxxmPs4g652B9vxIBeWg7JJ0_eU0c4WbEZolnJ1/s4032/20231225_113516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7xa12lR-rIXY6gcPDjc-0XNm0f7IGSaHTYuJJmLRBtNr88ssrPtH1UOoMr2WzmMBCKl7Nq4pdgfO-CRJHaUTbm1sBa5ukDNK_qZeaOTa0JrnVqrJfDjLKbsxkYJz1g-UO2XbmYSp0P96PyMw8MYXpZkxxmPs4g652B9vxIBeWg7JJ0_eU0c4WbEZolnJ1/s320/20231225_113516.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Lenore also got a guitar for Christmas, but she eschewed the "Campfire Sing-Alongs" book it came with in favor of looking up the chords to "Rock And Roll High School." Like Beth at that age, I think she's decided she wants to be Riff Randall when she grows up. <br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, back in the living room....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQrjA1vJ77YyRIESnClzypJGZ_2Wry4GTrRvG7z6z0vqq2fUqGZSx2XJV24gUcRJsridUDr89NlA-2dTU5gR0NjHgWv0AIi1nxRHGs3jqxbqaFWyliy7Y8JK-KbEcH7gZSFO-Uq_dhOJwReq0enRmn-1l1kPfmT8xjDD0sKWx9caRqKc1Zcmm5Rryt4c_9/s4032/20231226_142835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQrjA1vJ77YyRIESnClzypJGZ_2Wry4GTrRvG7z6z0vqq2fUqGZSx2XJV24gUcRJsridUDr89NlA-2dTU5gR0NjHgWv0AIi1nxRHGs3jqxbqaFWyliy7Y8JK-KbEcH7gZSFO-Uq_dhOJwReq0enRmn-1l1kPfmT8xjDD0sKWx9caRqKc1Zcmm5Rryt4c_9/s320/20231226_142835.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Maddy: Okay, these things are weird. What are they again?<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8a6Xp7_Db32sc39H8hz5UwLHej85wWz4bxLyfCM1Y0H8IALVjLeCBXrguDJ8Trswnv9csyn8RhYCTRCaW1zb83d8jQ25pFBhO_u-gFXpIyzCRxzaglL0hiZOZr0kQtoR4zug1DwO2ELuDGa_Vb6PiU6Drvqg8R1u8vItBblV_bHNXsFR1wO7QZNTVqbrI/s4032/20231226_143504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8a6Xp7_Db32sc39H8hz5UwLHej85wWz4bxLyfCM1Y0H8IALVjLeCBXrguDJ8Trswnv9csyn8RhYCTRCaW1zb83d8jQ25pFBhO_u-gFXpIyzCRxzaglL0hiZOZr0kQtoR4zug1DwO2ELuDGa_Vb6PiU6Drvqg8R1u8vItBblV_bHNXsFR1wO7QZNTVqbrI/s320/20231226_143504.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Hawthorne: Cool! A ball pit! COWABUNGA!!!!<div>Maddy: Hawthorne, wait up! This isn't a....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2h7FhHWLx8B2N8jkL2cZQOfw4rDeoZFAWucDV-DwhdD7weFZe91AGbnxwks4qb-dgObxqdxtR77UmK-MWVcpVhEc_nIA-f9UmO_hL7dtDOJiV1YE_olrvK0x5KOtqP2uStwPG5gHbSvF_0MWYKlvxIyfbeJwp9iIgkGvytGFhpd9tL94hyphenhyphenoWwcGkVZIqi/s4032/20231226_144028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2h7FhHWLx8B2N8jkL2cZQOfw4rDeoZFAWucDV-DwhdD7weFZe91AGbnxwks4qb-dgObxqdxtR77UmK-MWVcpVhEc_nIA-f9UmO_hL7dtDOJiV1YE_olrvK0x5KOtqP2uStwPG5gHbSvF_0MWYKlvxIyfbeJwp9iIgkGvytGFhpd9tL94hyphenhyphenoWwcGkVZIqi/s320/20231226_144028.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>*SPLAT*<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljSOvlDkwiNpMs5r6SuKmcPeccyjChE4w6V4i-3jRAZhrIeQftoKX0SWY1zViuWA71rZ_km5CbYnPbp5Ov8K1VB3ZVH0w9iwmuGUwVUNh0z6-tn8PNiFTnu79L84o0CoeYlz64jqV1kh2SR09uNTPC4BEVZzIaGqW0I6kdQMXD3Hi7LtI6cezDGxwSA-e/s4032/20231226_144636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljSOvlDkwiNpMs5r6SuKmcPeccyjChE4w6V4i-3jRAZhrIeQftoKX0SWY1zViuWA71rZ_km5CbYnPbp5Ov8K1VB3ZVH0w9iwmuGUwVUNh0z6-tn8PNiFTnu79L84o0CoeYlz64jqV1kh2SR09uNTPC4BEVZzIaGqW0I6kdQMXD3Hi7LtI6cezDGxwSA-e/s320/20231226_144636.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Hawthorne: I thought it was a ball pit!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVAs-JqzewveuDtFpjGes1HytO4jyAFEiekSDsTiHnFqTaK2HIc2Ir3E0oey2QNqRnNXDUeEScxbNbFp4Vv50I-tJ20xeXPQ0CEIx7fTd-e2ZxK2g4Nh_I178DGlZEaQivK9jM75mhX8bLjzjyRwV_wlhvchC3c1CZ6ZCMNsLQvFuYMg-mxaR-KoNJ-Hs/s4032/20231226_145304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVAs-JqzewveuDtFpjGes1HytO4jyAFEiekSDsTiHnFqTaK2HIc2Ir3E0oey2QNqRnNXDUeEScxbNbFp4Vv50I-tJ20xeXPQ0CEIx7fTd-e2ZxK2g4Nh_I178DGlZEaQivK9jM75mhX8bLjzjyRwV_wlhvchC3c1CZ6ZCMNsLQvFuYMg-mxaR-KoNJ-Hs/s320/20231226_145304.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Hawthorne is fine, by the way. But we had a very long talk with her about (literally!) looking before you leap, and asking questions - and permission.<div><br /></div><div>And no. I have no idea what Beth was planning to do with those Orbeez, but pixie ball pit probably wasn't it....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, Happy New Year!<br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-80379525680216148392023-12-17T10:48:00.000-05:002023-12-17T10:48:27.433-05:00In Which Lenore is Today's Guest Blogger<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhNI7ah22PDtLf1XPA6uLW0_NtJG8VSvbK37j8NO8SnBpS3kMsDNi1bNQUNM_h9mylkI0QtZbLRdvgnFgn15x9feY5geHz_3RFCjSGL41c1MMzQVeM0f2pvD3DIppNd223tiZMmLRhgzZlOcyjCiIXXXbIj3Plw3nKPTgFlw48F6Ziu_FDUNU-LotfMCD/s4032/20231105_161055.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhNI7ah22PDtLf1XPA6uLW0_NtJG8VSvbK37j8NO8SnBpS3kMsDNi1bNQUNM_h9mylkI0QtZbLRdvgnFgn15x9feY5geHz_3RFCjSGL41c1MMzQVeM0f2pvD3DIppNd223tiZMmLRhgzZlOcyjCiIXXXbIj3Plw3nKPTgFlw48F6Ziu_FDUNU-LotfMCD/s320/20231105_161055.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> Miss Caroline said it would be okay for me to introduce myself. I don't know if I want to start my own blog or not. <p></p><p>Hi. I'm Lenore.</p><p>I came to live here in April, 2020. That was a really weird year. I used to live in Colorado, but the lady I lived with said that I needed to go to New York. It was a better place for me and I'd have more friends there. I didn't want to go, though. I thought I was going to stay in Colorado forever. And I hadn't given up thinking that one one day everyone would come back and things would be like they used to be. But the lady said that wasn't going to happen, it couldn't happen for a bunch of reasons and I would be much happier in New York. I wasn't at first. The lady I was sent to live with, Miss Beth, had adopted another doll who at the time I really, really didn't like. I thought she had come to take my place, and she thought I was really spoiled and ungrateful and didn't appreciate everything I had. And I guess she was right. I kind of didn't. Anyway, I didn't think I was going to be happy here at all. But everyone turned out to be okay. Even Fawn turned out to be really, really nice. I miss my Ahma sometimes, though. She had to go back to the Fairy Court, but this time they wouldn't allow me to come with her. They said it's because I'm not one of them. I don't think it's very fair, but I didn't have much of a say in it. But they're really mean anyway, except for Ahma, so maybe it's for the best. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSHnngks-NnXk8-l2pCYTuOhoqwTm12sT7pDBmpelgCx1b5P2R2oVoGnAo4V9YnXetHzAxzRyOhkl4EzbJm4km7mvWTLU-uXrqbo_6oEmaRhv16a-cnpyNKBF4VymP_dCntUTwpZPl2MjK9GM6e3JCavTjKKfsoYnoAFoybTOBd7JWR_uDL4Qf5kl_famn/s4032/20231028_145317.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSHnngks-NnXk8-l2pCYTuOhoqwTm12sT7pDBmpelgCx1b5P2R2oVoGnAo4V9YnXetHzAxzRyOhkl4EzbJm4km7mvWTLU-uXrqbo_6oEmaRhv16a-cnpyNKBF4VymP_dCntUTwpZPl2MjK9GM6e3JCavTjKKfsoYnoAFoybTOBd7JWR_uDL4Qf5kl_famn/s320/20231028_145317.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Anyway, I've been here for almost four years now, and I think I like it. It's really nice, although Miss Beth said we're going to be moving to another place at some point soon. A place around here, though. Some of the other dolls are going to have to go into storage, she said, but Fawn, Miss Caroline, Miss Madrigal and I aren't among them. She said we'll get to be with her the whole time. I'm kind of excited, although I don't know where we'll be going or anything. I want a place with lots of windows so we can have more houseplants. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN3ETov8N5t5J_DJ3GpDVglX4PLUBVMit61WshSpxF2X6JHHeawWIO_5Jo5rZ1Hn13ilvftk5A_7UCa5PJSggI0LWByQxhPp7a_TK43KBvXPlSlmBAD6BkkhaDZifypHZpEKDgHeyExhm5vnMS8m3G9ou5_NX_uZzJpD8ZBGOD4oBWV_i24RkaaBGcYL1x/s4032/20231004_160641.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN3ETov8N5t5J_DJ3GpDVglX4PLUBVMit61WshSpxF2X6JHHeawWIO_5Jo5rZ1Hn13ilvftk5A_7UCa5PJSggI0LWByQxhPp7a_TK43KBvXPlSlmBAD6BkkhaDZifypHZpEKDgHeyExhm5vnMS8m3G9ou5_NX_uZzJpD8ZBGOD4oBWV_i24RkaaBGcYL1x/s320/20231004_160641.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p>Miss Beth reminded me that Christmas is coming up at the end of the month and asked me what I wanted. I said some new clothes and a new pair of boots. I really want some leggings like Fawn wears all the time. I wish they still made MP3 players. They look like they'd be cool. I was watching a bunch of music videos on YouTube and asked Miss Beth what she liked when she was my age. She said that there was this show by a band called Sha Na Na and they played all these songs from the Fifties and she liked them a lot. There was another show called Pink Lady and Jeff that all the grownups thought was stupid, but they had cool bands like Cheap Trick and Blondie and Alice Cooper, too, and she liked all of them because of the show. She also said someone at her school thought it would be a good idea to put a jukebox in the cafeteria, but it only lasted about a month. She thinks now it was because one of the grownups figured out what the lyrics to "My Sharona" and "Good Girl's Don't" meant. (She also said Sharona is a real lady and she's apparently really cool.) She also said she really liked the Ramones after they were on with Sha Na Na. She said that the Ramones (who really weren't named Ramone) and Blondie were punk bands from New York City, and that it was a big deal at the time because nobody knew what to think of them. She said she wanted to be like Debbie Harry when she grew up. I think I do, too. She's really pretty and cool. Maybe I should ask for a guitar? I think that's what you need to play of you want to be in a band. I played violin for a long time, but I don't think there are a lot of violinists in bands. Miss Caroline played a bunch of songs from the Psychedelic Furs for me and they're pretty cool, too, but I think she totally misinterpreted the song she named herself after. I think the Caroline in the song is what Miss Simona would have called "loose." I know that means doing stuff with men that she shouldn't be. There's also a song by another band called Concrete Blonde called "Caroline" and Miss Beth and I both think it's about the same person. Maybe I'll start a band like the Alarm. They write songs about standing up to the people that keep trying to keep things bad or make them worse when they should be making them better. That's what we all should do, I think. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCAR8tUxlvYXGe-avxy9YXvUM1rnq7I9ZEAYe7bL0gLuxaSZ9EhewOjSsbpS36Ge8bgEsnKyKOHKjDti-b6L6XHahn2nJqM-t2Y0FI8spUvKhDYyT6RRfe3dTVhBhyryxmmi3kmsmjyuz3qBUX4l8WC246khyphenhyphenwxjx5AX5wnGRvOrmnhhNAPdIvPYLHTa11/s4032/20231104_142915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCAR8tUxlvYXGe-avxy9YXvUM1rnq7I9ZEAYe7bL0gLuxaSZ9EhewOjSsbpS36Ge8bgEsnKyKOHKjDti-b6L6XHahn2nJqM-t2Y0FI8spUvKhDYyT6RRfe3dTVhBhyryxmmi3kmsmjyuz3qBUX4l8WC246khyphenhyphenwxjx5AX5wnGRvOrmnhhNAPdIvPYLHTa11/s320/20231104_142915.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>This is me, Fawn and Mr. Jamie. He's also really nice. He's one of the only boys here. He told me, Fawn and Miss Caroline that he has a sister our age and he wants to ask Miss Beth if she can come stay with us when her school term is over. I think he's a little afraid to ask, but I don't think she'll say no. He said she's been studying ballet but isn't sure she wants to be a professional dancer. I think their mother wants her to be and isn't taking no for an answer. <br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin0YNPCjMjQla_xHDnjMAqiKhS3hxX7EgtqC8ghoFEageLL0_i2cuEB0gtPEdwBj-rqHsF3p4aINV9ZsR7_Ik_yXrNmw2iEzbg7DrzLnpQRKXhcemZYHBcH3S1x6GqkPUMXfKCNZqMOYdU_71KPE_A7bBnjGDsYHNbLKFbdVq-ttU4Ks-0ObtwahblKl-O/s4032/20231127_090653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin0YNPCjMjQla_xHDnjMAqiKhS3hxX7EgtqC8ghoFEageLL0_i2cuEB0gtPEdwBj-rqHsF3p4aINV9ZsR7_Ik_yXrNmw2iEzbg7DrzLnpQRKXhcemZYHBcH3S1x6GqkPUMXfKCNZqMOYdU_71KPE_A7bBnjGDsYHNbLKFbdVq-ttU4Ks-0ObtwahblKl-O/s320/20231127_090653.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I cant think of anything else to talk about right now, but here's a picture Miss Beth took a couple of weeks ago. This was over the Hudson river where she works first thing in the morning, and she said she has no idea where the rainbow came from because it had stopped raining by then. But it's still really cool. <br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-18841215894704036012023-03-15T06:20:00.002-04:002023-03-15T06:20:51.253-04:00In which it's literally everything everywhere all at once....<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzwvdeKOyJpD47DQzNKcp_TCI2K2gZ14wPUiZ8MRgDDZmOnRgO1-cnC5ffiA82FZeiwrjgkcuoDpvg8kFov2YkncxGXnjHeDsXpo51Oo-fOSudo0Gf8Xp7-hVNeZ9VQdw4xTmZIN9Bn8SfcBPOhuIhh1gymDl13gZV7WOpvUyKoUbuJF98nR2DXMOzQ/s4032/20230314_082939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzwvdeKOyJpD47DQzNKcp_TCI2K2gZ14wPUiZ8MRgDDZmOnRgO1-cnC5ffiA82FZeiwrjgkcuoDpvg8kFov2YkncxGXnjHeDsXpo51Oo-fOSudo0Gf8Xp7-hVNeZ9VQdw4xTmZIN9Bn8SfcBPOhuIhh1gymDl13gZV7WOpvUyKoUbuJF98nR2DXMOzQ/s320/20230314_082939.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>This coming Monday is the first day of spring. I need to keep reminding myself of that. <p></p><p>Yeah, this was NOT what I meant when I was wondering if it was possible to sage someplace without setting off the sprinklers. This was yesterday morning. It was still snowing when we went to bed, but thankfully it wasn't quite as wet as it was earlier and enough of it is out of the trees that they're not as bent over anymore. I'm pretty sure throwing a snowball made from that first round would have ended in a capitol murder charge, but now it's just the type of snow that packs. And the Weather Channel had someone in Poughkeepsie. I'm just glad it wasn't Jim Cantore. Because, as much as I love me some Jim Cantore, when he shows up, you KNOW it's about to get real....</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdl9pd2nPL4nLVVosknx6xmIgM428vxtWmKbes29LmJhtxeeTWlvl6chFQfhK6A48Jvt0gmKvm4WVl4ewE1wY-qtnOINmZv3lrI91rX3E2h2RGwTETOd4vGorl-PxbBR2udtK0MWQ1MR5g0eeaZrUwrx5vSe16Xv1WtNdBPS0xIBoAVbaTHMZjHxBWg/s631/FB_IMG_1678867006797.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="473" data-original-width="631" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdl9pd2nPL4nLVVosknx6xmIgM428vxtWmKbes29LmJhtxeeTWlvl6chFQfhK6A48Jvt0gmKvm4WVl4ewE1wY-qtnOINmZv3lrI91rX3E2h2RGwTETOd4vGorl-PxbBR2udtK0MWQ1MR5g0eeaZrUwrx5vSe16Xv1WtNdBPS0xIBoAVbaTHMZjHxBWg/s320/FB_IMG_1678867006797.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Then there was this. Note we are in the 0% area. Now, storms like this are hard to forecast. There's the problem of accumulations being elevation-dependent, bands of snow setting up within the storm, that sort of thing. But given that the next pic is what actually happened....</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQDXKXu-YKv332nF7AaU0117U1T5m_qM1id4W6ybroWUZicC7nY8BBRXs_8RqM0Jy_IUYVQnziDqBVhPNGY-qa6NM_hAdelF-aW3mUX2RNS34jq6pqeX7HG5v2J5JBI_PdTSG_ejV1hI39Nuc-7rKKOS04rwUTc1w-4y7gzBPyPgVuYqm5EzqrxobKXg/s4032/20230315_045623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQDXKXu-YKv332nF7AaU0117U1T5m_qM1id4W6ybroWUZicC7nY8BBRXs_8RqM0Jy_IUYVQnziDqBVhPNGY-qa6NM_hAdelF-aW3mUX2RNS34jq6pqeX7HG5v2J5JBI_PdTSG_ejV1hI39Nuc-7rKKOS04rwUTc1w-4y7gzBPyPgVuYqm5EzqrxobKXg/s320/20230315_045623.jpg" width="240" /></a></p><p>One of us should have bought a Powerball ticket....<br /> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibwKDJhwcNzYAwp39dCWETx9Uu-jN9cOwfbeDn9oE52YThVcZe3qvlufM--Q_s6ugys75VEec2tmaBnWpGpWZsZsCZ3-TME0jrL7itro0Fb2gMPZMfeAzDZO3QGAtn13Zn1a7yfomkkB3GdIrEONaHMVjed3wjUmvEMaOijfLatRTdnuEdPAQkW5kKbA/s4032/20230311_132203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibwKDJhwcNzYAwp39dCWETx9Uu-jN9cOwfbeDn9oE52YThVcZe3qvlufM--Q_s6ugys75VEec2tmaBnWpGpWZsZsCZ3-TME0jrL7itro0Fb2gMPZMfeAzDZO3QGAtn13Zn1a7yfomkkB3GdIrEONaHMVjed3wjUmvEMaOijfLatRTdnuEdPAQkW5kKbA/s320/20230311_132203.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>But I digress,,,,</p><p>Remember me talking about a road trip a few weeks ago? Well, it finally happened. And yeah, it was quite the happening. In the best way possible. But let me explain....</p><p>Originally it was supposed to happen on March 4th. The plan was that Beth, my person, had a civil service exam that morning and from there, we were going to jet (well, metaphorically jet. More like drive) across the Hudson to Woodstock. You see, there's this band called the Bongos who my person loved back in the 80s and still does, as a matter of fact. Their lead singer, Richard Barone, wrote a book about the New York folk scene in the 60s during lockdown, and it's out, and he was coming to Woodstock to talk about it and well, as she put it, her seventeen-year-old self would never, ever have forgiven her 2023 self had she not gone. </p><p>However, March fourth wasn't to be. At least not for that. Unlike the county, Richard had the good sense to reschedule for the eleventh when it turned out that it might be quite nasty that day. She did make the exam, but the roads were quite unpleasant on the drive up, to say the least. Then everyone was made to park in the extreme back parking lot and walk across the street and up about eighty million stairs, So yeah, no fun.</p><p>So it rolled around to March 11th and OF COURSE it snowed again. We were going back and forth for a bit on whether or not the roads were going to be okay, but - we decided to go for it. So - we did. And someday one of us really needs to figure out what the HECK they did with the westbound entrance ramp to I-84 in Fishkill. We circled around twice, didn't see it and finally got on the eastbound one and went down an exit to turn around. I swear she's either the reincarnation of the Pathfinder or she can get lost in a driveway and there's no in-between. But anyway, we finally made it across the river and Woodstock-bound, only to discover that hey, there wasn't even any snow at all over across that way! Now that's the way I like it. (And someone really needs to repave the NYS Thruway. I was convinced we had a flat tire, but nope, just about twenty-seven miles worth of bad road.) Over toward Woodstock there was a bit more snow on the ground. It was just icky enough and just too-many-peopley-enough that our original plan to snag a bunch of pics beforehand didn't pan out. We were, however, not disappointed. We stopped in a coffee shop to regroup and grab lunch, drove around for a bit and finally headed back to the church where the whole thing was taking place. I was thinking we'd grab some pics of the place before anyone else got there, but that was not to be, in the coolest way possible. Because when we got there...</p><p>"Oh my God, Caroline, I think - oh my God, that's - him...."</p><p>Yup, it was indeed the man himself getting his guitar out of the trunk of a car. I didn't think my person's eyes could even get that big. She played it very, very cool, however, before parking behind the building and having a bit of a minor freak-out. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYi9ldLfdLFY9ivGnksqtTvOzOf_dTF5_Qa2-ffuN0Mq-qE3eC6krsf4eqNpDG9Qu_FA13YsGLVD1Gr0WunBjQ5_53fG5ZX4kVo0QSiwCg13sBHsTcj2O7DVoi63UIyAGy5CBdpEiCUpmu32wakdUdkINXNizql2AOOnzZ3Pyh0WOFgUuWwDHAdfssg/s4032/20230311_140409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYi9ldLfdLFY9ivGnksqtTvOzOf_dTF5_Qa2-ffuN0Mq-qE3eC6krsf4eqNpDG9Qu_FA13YsGLVD1Gr0WunBjQ5_53fG5ZX4kVo0QSiwCg13sBHsTcj2O7DVoi63UIyAGy5CBdpEiCUpmu32wakdUdkINXNizql2AOOnzZ3Pyh0WOFgUuWwDHAdfssg/s320/20230311_140409.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>I do wish we'd gotten a picture of the front of the building though....<div><br /></div><div>We were still kind of early, so we waited a bit in the car. I think I was posting about it on Ye Old Book of Face while my person was wondering just what she'd let herself in for. Because up until now, I think the only famous person she'd ever met was the journalist who broke something she called the Iran-Contra story, Dale Van Atta. She promised she'd explain that to me someday. </div><div><br /></div><div>(Beth - And Joe Clark. Remember the movie about that New Jersey principal? "Lean On Me" with Morgan Freeman? That one.)</div><div><br /></div><div>And so anyway, around twenty of three, we decided to go in. She was thinking that we probably wouldn't run into anyone and we'd find a seat....</div><div><br /></div><div>And I really need a cellphone of my own to take pics, because when we walked in, Richard Barone was right there, chatting with a couple of other people. He looked around, gave us this gorgeous smile and said "Hi, I'm Richard." I have to hand it to my person, she played it a whole lot cooler than I would have. But here she was, thinking that oh, she might get to say hello to him if she was really lucky, and instead, she ends up chatting with him and several other people while they were setting up. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, he's absolutely the nicest guy. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think my person knows more about music in that sense than I do, but it was really interesting. I know I learned a lot. And got to hear a bunch of great songs, And next time we're up there, I must make a point of getting a pic of myself with the adorable travel doll companion of the lady who owns the Golden Notebook (the shop that arranged everything.) It was even cooler not being the only travel doll there, It meant I didn't need to stay in her bag.</div><div><br /></div><div>And as much as my person despises pics of herself, I am going to post this one. It's her, of course, me and Richard Barone. I think she'll forgive me, I also think she's still in total fangirl mode four days later.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn77QaPZ5hWCbv7y-ynr-uhKLEsfdwkxdG11dF5sSCE2pVuXBVnQVKXdDzhWWf_TUR_-4J6RLyvMMZm3P0Utedxk4zH_kEQHSUPsoEYFT-WXjOCaiZbHj_HRRrUPC4-n0Fr5XUhH7x59--bDIV9WaDq_hvTbJ-ytAqymwkYsSZRa2MKC7YxGfEfS43Qg/s4032/20230311_170657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn77QaPZ5hWCbv7y-ynr-uhKLEsfdwkxdG11dF5sSCE2pVuXBVnQVKXdDzhWWf_TUR_-4J6RLyvMMZm3P0Utedxk4zH_kEQHSUPsoEYFT-WXjOCaiZbHj_HRRrUPC4-n0Fr5XUhH7x59--bDIV9WaDq_hvTbJ-ytAqymwkYsSZRa2MKC7YxGfEfS43Qg/s320/20230311_170657.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> And honestly, I kind of am, too.... </div><div><br /></div><div>So yeah, literally everything all at once, but at least some of it is beyond awesome...</div>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-78259693765558690712023-02-20T14:13:00.000-05:002023-02-20T14:13:39.638-05:00In Which I Think the Groundhog Missed the Long-Range Forecast.....<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ctUEXjLa21Q6TGz0rHyVWTcCiFg3yMSwvi7iQ4otZtRcmyRwhDC8bHCCkzXA0O_iZrXPzMx1-XvKwYCkBkqwpEliaLHPKj3THotoTinVWA0eo-EA1l_5XkeSVe5qaCFKgvn7GklQB0I4-aTSjmlA4oc1ke8uSALhWX7zugpHVRA-bR0-ppdefoGL7g/s4032/20230220_123127.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ctUEXjLa21Q6TGz0rHyVWTcCiFg3yMSwvi7iQ4otZtRcmyRwhDC8bHCCkzXA0O_iZrXPzMx1-XvKwYCkBkqwpEliaLHPKj3THotoTinVWA0eo-EA1l_5XkeSVe5qaCFKgvn7GklQB0I4-aTSjmlA4oc1ke8uSALhWX7zugpHVRA-bR0-ppdefoGL7g/s320/20230220_123127.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>See what I mean? It's February and we have crocuses. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhXr6QA3QxMN-R2bkGvyx1WVv89MOiTe8ec41Rrg6Oke9q4v_YhF6-QPbFMC3AUjVhS2VXOY1AGdVQy_u_98aJctFljhup4So5ciZexsJO5xTPyzNSUJw3C2mhRDAFNK1F1DfCL1YyTS2GyjoRwajc48YTBxy8FnyC32BMyfW6EiFlsGGm5AVHtQuNw/s4032/20220219_144725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhXr6QA3QxMN-R2bkGvyx1WVv89MOiTe8ec41Rrg6Oke9q4v_YhF6-QPbFMC3AUjVhS2VXOY1AGdVQy_u_98aJctFljhup4So5ciZexsJO5xTPyzNSUJw3C2mhRDAFNK1F1DfCL1YyTS2GyjoRwajc48YTBxy8FnyC32BMyfW6EiFlsGGm5AVHtQuNw/s320/20220219_144725.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Last year was - this. </div><div>Okay, this was actually February 19th of last year, and it was a snow squall, not a whole snowstorm. We got about an inch, albeit in something like less than ten minutes. But you get the idea. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHWQPStKX1TukCaTfkHtDzqBu-WQTuiwUczIOvHX1QB3epGWhCSbSSQzKPfE4yjiQv_JAhClPAeEI5YaBbT_pzn8kIdDyd2Qz1u64EynDa5TaCuKUpbAzS5q4iEEli4hMmjdzGqlxzK3ygbYaLAGAcbQ77brmmAVSeGDLu46K5R7uj1ejKNuwCym6dQ/s4032/20230220_123056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHWQPStKX1TukCaTfkHtDzqBu-WQTuiwUczIOvHX1QB3epGWhCSbSSQzKPfE4yjiQv_JAhClPAeEI5YaBbT_pzn8kIdDyd2Qz1u64EynDa5TaCuKUpbAzS5q4iEEli4hMmjdzGqlxzK3ygbYaLAGAcbQ77brmmAVSeGDLu46K5R7uj1ejKNuwCym6dQ/s320/20230220_123056.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div>Today, however, it's both 60F and President's Day, which means our person isn't at work. The rest of the week is supposed to be less pleasant, however, and they're hinting about snow possibly for Saturday late. </div><div><br /></div><div>No, the whole road trip thing is supposed to be the following Saturday, March 4th. This coming Saturday is Tax Appointment Day, also known as The Day We Get All These Freaking Envelopes Off The Desk Day. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYI7Ds21m5E-ufNBN_LFXu2xYVQURV6TmqEJsVqAp4ISL-lI-3xvIShqqqOZbY2eYPxJhN0BSUrYRH5X14EcbxGq-ik5R7JidlBPSDujkffoNtz-iHiuiJZoXQjbJDs7ypW6vOrogmWKvcO1_g2WBllSI4Dm7Xf1_CKaqKNK757f06cqKYpzbif-KkA/s4032/20230220_123306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYI7Ds21m5E-ufNBN_LFXu2xYVQURV6TmqEJsVqAp4ISL-lI-3xvIShqqqOZbY2eYPxJhN0BSUrYRH5X14EcbxGq-ik5R7JidlBPSDujkffoNtz-iHiuiJZoXQjbJDs7ypW6vOrogmWKvcO1_g2WBllSI4Dm7Xf1_CKaqKNK757f06cqKYpzbif-KkA/s320/20230220_123306.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Today, however, is a very non-manic Monday. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQpVhpBXMEzqDO6KRgyfmFMFD6hrYzaptAqRaBTlBoMqUEhY9FVzwI4pC-ihN9PB127AQwxdPnV6hhodjs_Rop-sTdvA4V232sHMDskHTNxSOEc3EVHPygcPfFPQ1QY5g6PMqHjoDbkE6TpdDSx67IRrjbUj9Y4djjLL98LOxJ46ZBy-_YNnhj_WQnxg/s4032/20230220_124114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQpVhpBXMEzqDO6KRgyfmFMFD6hrYzaptAqRaBTlBoMqUEhY9FVzwI4pC-ihN9PB127AQwxdPnV6hhodjs_Rop-sTdvA4V232sHMDskHTNxSOEc3EVHPygcPfFPQ1QY5g6PMqHjoDbkE6TpdDSx67IRrjbUj9Y4djjLL98LOxJ46ZBy-_YNnhj_WQnxg/s320/20230220_124114.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div>Or would be if there weren't bees everywhere. I remember Sohalia telling me that elephants have a specific noise that means "There are bees here; let's leave immediately!" Why are elephants smarter than we are?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTX_KRLewaR4BIMS2QzNbXEEnwUyKp_1b2N4T2rbVIqlRxtFIdmERib2V6Uj7Hx-NdA8kwgXk_zAOYw2tOJLHuNmoa4lK7NvD0QBEGUMvhiqloaoohE-gn9YSaTCG7NN2m2j4SbZmK9FSKd0XB4WhPeVH9bXxfXpzN1TH2AF1izkVSAZ8GadJ7L01hBA/s4000/20230220_124220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTX_KRLewaR4BIMS2QzNbXEEnwUyKp_1b2N4T2rbVIqlRxtFIdmERib2V6Uj7Hx-NdA8kwgXk_zAOYw2tOJLHuNmoa4lK7NvD0QBEGUMvhiqloaoohE-gn9YSaTCG7NN2m2j4SbZmK9FSKd0XB4WhPeVH9bXxfXpzN1TH2AF1izkVSAZ8GadJ7L01hBA/s320/20230220_124220.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Celine: "We do have a noise like that."</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Really? What does it sound like?"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKHhxt67Ftq_i9Pqml6Q8qm4DwJ80HH6iWRfbDlYvzmYTg7REXOrqOpn1A8o2cUFOTl_pBFwe3E9vto7uGVIQ9ZnTx8iY4u8des5VoTpwNvd9nmZZvLi4HdkcLj_geJT1tDLaPvTUrje1HxZpj-IIk8Qmxy4vERWsTOaGnBgzPtWWD70cu_1p14d0iA/s4000/20230220_124252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKHhxt67Ftq_i9Pqml6Q8qm4DwJ80HH6iWRfbDlYvzmYTg7REXOrqOpn1A8o2cUFOTl_pBFwe3E9vto7uGVIQ9ZnTx8iY4u8des5VoTpwNvd9nmZZvLi4HdkcLj_geJT1tDLaPvTUrje1HxZpj-IIk8Qmxy4vERWsTOaGnBgzPtWWD70cu_1p14d0iA/s320/20230220_124252.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Celine: "Like this - THERE ARE BEES HERE, LET;' LEAVE IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, that was not one of my finest moments......</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXUlhu6JNrOngM1vxia9EwJjUM48DRhTChfcHzUZxdfhSGKB2i8IF3cf3RxzJ8X0fw17nvCATitursZ8xJLBxaSDDCB-nLzrSAloqBcqngouSQwufY8WuT9dRnowTghQllreXdzcvO1wImAvG_dCsYwI4qPiJYM5ia3ca-LuwhdeOwKzyr0VXbcq-DNg/s4032/20230220_124751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXUlhu6JNrOngM1vxia9EwJjUM48DRhTChfcHzUZxdfhSGKB2i8IF3cf3RxzJ8X0fw17nvCATitursZ8xJLBxaSDDCB-nLzrSAloqBcqngouSQwufY8WuT9dRnowTghQllreXdzcvO1wImAvG_dCsYwI4qPiJYM5ia3ca-LuwhdeOwKzyr0VXbcq-DNg/s320/20230220_124751.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Faye was hanging out on the front porch when we went around. She was hoping either her Dad or her Papa would be home today, despite Maddy reminding her it's going to be awhile yet. They intended to come over with her, but got delayed in London. According to Maddy, something's going down in the Up. Wherever the Up is. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjU0xenG9bylCZPbEJAMnxihMdFUKHtu0j68YWFxRp1dtWLqmBamsmRhhdUEKzhT03jGTPdoU3drdXB1UHUBo7U7qNb3x55Vf1K0vLqej6EH-oe-TdNfjBHNgZ5A5EccB6rLMaAcwcnsdlCZeO5_jUlwItqWWzQKcOdi4yyg8AA3AS_dIeWYdD1D242w/s4032/20230220_125105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjU0xenG9bylCZPbEJAMnxihMdFUKHtu0j68YWFxRp1dtWLqmBamsmRhhdUEKzhT03jGTPdoU3drdXB1UHUBo7U7qNb3x55Vf1K0vLqej6EH-oe-TdNfjBHNgZ5A5EccB6rLMaAcwcnsdlCZeO5_jUlwItqWWzQKcOdi4yyg8AA3AS_dIeWYdD1D242w/s320/20230220_125105.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>It's kind of rough on her. She's really close to both of them. She's also actually the youngest out of all of us. (Lenore being a changeling and older than she seems, that is. I was told that she's over two hundred but for all intents and purposes is more like eleven or twelve. I'm not familiar with fairies and how they do things, so I have no idea.) Faye is about sixteen. I asked Maddy again and she said she doesn't expect Faye's Dad until maybe April or May and her Papa until maybe June. That's about the time Celine's sister Seren (aka Indigo) should be back from school. <div><br /></div><div>As for why they sent her here, Maddy said it was because it was safer for her to stay with her sisters while everything was going down - or Up? I have no idea who she meant, though, given that Faye is staying with her and Celine......</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Bonus pic....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ358pG6ApoW397r62wInR9PDIWxCTwwbND0a2aCN9RWwnEOTubLy1c-jyX2IT8Yys88nCeYC0EOhLE5WlVxClciDmc_cBDZQTmg-QAlKeDMazMfS3h3GFWH9X9UpvrIRTqdAg039m6Latl-pDIj-2S_Tzpu0sCGbNMQu5bH03MqDaijT_Itxsl5sVfg/s4000/20230220_123657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ358pG6ApoW397r62wInR9PDIWxCTwwbND0a2aCN9RWwnEOTubLy1c-jyX2IT8Yys88nCeYC0EOhLE5WlVxClciDmc_cBDZQTmg-QAlKeDMazMfS3h3GFWH9X9UpvrIRTqdAg039m6Latl-pDIj-2S_Tzpu0sCGbNMQu5bH03MqDaijT_Itxsl5sVfg/s320/20230220_123657.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-88938506926855836462023-02-16T20:26:00.003-05:002023-02-16T20:26:27.504-05:00In Which - a possible road trip?!?!!!!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKic0qNomcGCsrYepn4o6ARhpvDb4AFKoRgn0jSLbKC0ywHGG_FfOkxDi5akZNQHgf979q8N5JLuyeyFa6VbMdC6iwxLsDcQpgmSdqN_m96FwpOKD8mgmgtwGKLXPCrKlxJLJVyWkzZEIrQEVRnxPGXRVTNWxCXSPVudfb5pYpXrPWqWk-LdmQbpkfmg/s4032/20221229_101004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKic0qNomcGCsrYepn4o6ARhpvDb4AFKoRgn0jSLbKC0ywHGG_FfOkxDi5akZNQHgf979q8N5JLuyeyFa6VbMdC6iwxLsDcQpgmSdqN_m96FwpOKD8mgmgtwGKLXPCrKlxJLJVyWkzZEIrQEVRnxPGXRVTNWxCXSPVudfb5pYpXrPWqWk-LdmQbpkfmg/s320/20221229_101004.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Okay, so - there is a very good possibility that we may be taking a road trip back to Woodstock in the very near future.<p></p><p>Let me elaborate...</p><p>My person (whose name is Beth, BTW) saw on the old Book of Face that the lead singer of one of her *favorite* bands from Back When is going to be in Woodstock on March 4th. </p><p>Beth: Not "back when." They're back together!</p><p>Anyway, said band is called the Bongos and their lead singer, Richard Barone, has written several books and he's going to be in Woodstock talking about the very music scene we both missed (her because she was too young, me because, well, I kind of didn't exist back in the early 80s....) And since we have to be up in Poughkeepsie at what Maddy lovingly referred to as the "Arse-Crack of Dawn" that day, we're pretty much a third or so of the way there.</p><p>My person is mildly freaking out over the prospect because it involves one of her least favorite things to do, crossing a bridge (we're totally on the wrong side of the Hudson for this) and she's nervous as all heck about actually going but I don't think her seventeen-year-old self would ever, ever forgive her current self if she didn't, so....</p><p>Road trip!</p>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-31634540137403828942022-11-20T12:01:00.000-05:002022-11-20T12:01:10.745-05:00In which - just a bunch of random photos.....<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO7tMuHoF5zSrYx960lSMWw6rwe8YmoWhTBLEiH3DohzyEgQvNw4ZFj9-rRX0BEuM-JX1ptUOD4b6U4sMNFDcARCoYhp48uYe305lJ55pJRBX-941fGVbypMs13Qr1K94Y1Kzve_ikv8LL7rgSNXZJWnU35Z3n9naQ0pRbh0GWJdkFwOCFryEoWZ7wAg/s4032/20221120_085428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO7tMuHoF5zSrYx960lSMWw6rwe8YmoWhTBLEiH3DohzyEgQvNw4ZFj9-rRX0BEuM-JX1ptUOD4b6U4sMNFDcARCoYhp48uYe305lJ55pJRBX-941fGVbypMs13Qr1K94Y1Kzve_ikv8LL7rgSNXZJWnU35Z3n9naQ0pRbh0GWJdkFwOCFryEoWZ7wAg/s320/20221120_085428.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> Celine - I was thinking of getting it for Gabriel. He'd wear it and have no idea....<p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLHdEu9Pbk0Kr9bzsCuG7MvU3cs62XXrG3JMRD4xelY401gCVQS6AeOujIzJ6UPuQu9V9BNvcGiFnw_Dubye7g2eHjgm9DKTkiKwWgh-_vx9O4GhxYq32Dh7MzLATh0Yy5SOtoEb028JhgIAAQYOWB16bho_wWVCXE8s8AqemRan9NEEX7a8JrNhPeQ/s4032/20221120_114306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLHdEu9Pbk0Kr9bzsCuG7MvU3cs62XXrG3JMRD4xelY401gCVQS6AeOujIzJ6UPuQu9V9BNvcGiFnw_Dubye7g2eHjgm9DKTkiKwWgh-_vx9O4GhxYq32Dh7MzLATh0Yy5SOtoEb028JhgIAAQYOWB16bho_wWVCXE8s8AqemRan9NEEX7a8JrNhPeQ/s320/20221120_114306.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Lily: Nice - uh, whatever.....</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CGkWDginTq8-5Hob9_bQ_Dz3XZ2qDThI7uEctf8VQww9ZB4gznlBEt8ch2k26jSf9lnry5Kzgu3MeWJp-YMP7aM484c0N4l2CysEnmFlsUTk5QnwhvW81CdJ3Fj2olZ09IIY36Pa8CHtxiN9_OQiKjlrLU9G_x-WoCsPGgQHFXIiPQ-aMwrGe3Jx7A/s4000/20221010_170018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CGkWDginTq8-5Hob9_bQ_Dz3XZ2qDThI7uEctf8VQww9ZB4gznlBEt8ch2k26jSf9lnry5Kzgu3MeWJp-YMP7aM484c0N4l2CysEnmFlsUTk5QnwhvW81CdJ3Fj2olZ09IIY36Pa8CHtxiN9_OQiKjlrLU9G_x-WoCsPGgQHFXIiPQ-aMwrGe3Jx7A/s320/20221010_170018.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>"With God as my witness, I thought Sontarans could fly..."</div><div><br /></div><div>"You mean without the trebuchet?"<br /><p><br /></p></div></div>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-21398325302980973902022-11-06T11:44:00.000-05:002022-11-06T11:44:17.545-05:00In which TikTok Challenges don't always go as planned.....<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYrqTQdyAYRVn60y4wOrqeTtWRzlZx1nUDooj8UN7fCfGxpmBKGD4Y2sc4ktGMMvqI-iGUtRiCAqjW7ZIG1cVtN0-B7qfbPQqno6GLiRYM4BUIpDKSVI_jjYWQRRmWaXlu08eFQa_vLv95ER4QzUDMRl_BTrrB2ESYpa21ZCjF-FDqh3vyki4wmsTEQ/s4032/20221106_105235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYrqTQdyAYRVn60y4wOrqeTtWRzlZx1nUDooj8UN7fCfGxpmBKGD4Y2sc4ktGMMvqI-iGUtRiCAqjW7ZIG1cVtN0-B7qfbPQqno6GLiRYM4BUIpDKSVI_jjYWQRRmWaXlu08eFQa_vLv95ER4QzUDMRl_BTrrB2ESYpa21ZCjF-FDqh3vyki4wmsTEQ/s320/20221106_105235.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>"Remind me again. How did I get talked into doing this?"<p></p><p>"Oh come on, it'll be fun, Lil, did you find the vacuum cleaner?"</p><p>"Yeah, but I can't find the other attachment. Just the floor thingy."</p><p>"No worries. That'll work just fine."</p><p>I don't think Ramona was quite into this, but if this goes viral...</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHsahEbwT2AKbv7OB27itj_OWbIh8X187YRFGng5jGzJdTitb3Obib2C7vOwqhrbqZ0qRhb31fueQW5WDEuW2N6y6qiZ0Xy9p6JNpRZ0cgP_B-bn0aowoiwHASU1bK9UD6vfQnb05BCFp7mtZezkAezwmf2iT52lJF9ao8jQ6vN5d_Wn4B1_uSAeQ_A/s4032/20221106_105455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHsahEbwT2AKbv7OB27itj_OWbIh8X187YRFGng5jGzJdTitb3Obib2C7vOwqhrbqZ0qRhb31fueQW5WDEuW2N6y6qiZ0Xy9p6JNpRZ0cgP_B-bn0aowoiwHASU1bK9UD6vfQnb05BCFp7mtZezkAezwmf2iT52lJF9ao8jQ6vN5d_Wn4B1_uSAeQ_A/s320/20221106_105455.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p>"Okay, so, we put the hose in here and suck all the air out and..."</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2bRXL6yhr-4sIWxVUcfhi8FNyaTlnsq_Os7-bd5Oxo6Ys32HEg_FHyFydiyxPmtN4W70SfB9slFXf0gIQQ5V_Bpy8bOVkvwS6c64SNrA10a1Yjx3IbZanoUC7AcIlA5H7ZC_IRpe4fqMOAD0tGWzLsV2VjM337UkgSfVE-gDkfAdFiAP6O2HDj5UO9w/s4032/20221106_105555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2bRXL6yhr-4sIWxVUcfhi8FNyaTlnsq_Os7-bd5Oxo6Ys32HEg_FHyFydiyxPmtN4W70SfB9slFXf0gIQQ5V_Bpy8bOVkvwS6c64SNrA10a1Yjx3IbZanoUC7AcIlA5H7ZC_IRpe4fqMOAD0tGWzLsV2VjM337UkgSfVE-gDkfAdFiAP6O2HDj5UO9w/s320/20221106_105555.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>"What in the...?"<div><br /></div><div>"Vacuum Seal Challenge. For TikTok."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Ah." </div><div><br /></div><div>I think Maddy's decided not to ask too many questions. I also think she may be taking notes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVgxflzKSmDcTww_DWr0YMI0H3X_G8ZnODXh0a4iTaaGWsX_ksjOTbgh6Hyjwbas17nVqhWBkbrjjJw0skyTgMbD-aAGlhgFmWAD1C3Iqy-KbjyuHomBcqLcMJAeLq3CaBIx6M3Qs8z2driMFjzfOzM0JOGNgSZ7a-A18pUEVgy8CA1QSZkWYtvE_Dg/s4032/20221106_110012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVgxflzKSmDcTww_DWr0YMI0H3X_G8ZnODXh0a4iTaaGWsX_ksjOTbgh6Hyjwbas17nVqhWBkbrjjJw0skyTgMbD-aAGlhgFmWAD1C3Iqy-KbjyuHomBcqLcMJAeLq3CaBIx6M3Qs8z2driMFjzfOzM0JOGNgSZ7a-A18pUEVgy8CA1QSZkWYtvE_Dg/s320/20221106_110012.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> "Hey ladies. What's all this?</div><div><br /></div><div>"Oh, hey Jamie. We're just doing a little TikTok challenge thingy here," Lily said. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Okay, guys? Get me out. Like, now...." Ramona definitely wasn't as into this as we were."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFkEXsMFiXQcG4XqeVM5WvDcAnR14S_et7gOgyWqx1YD_VkKGv_OnF-IBbHifuN0IGnMvgofDQqlzsxT3FJilBJ32xyfdgqwaBiMiL6XhZDxhtx7sEgHZwlb6A6WIEyrBMXNbqVF8bnqQAFJno-LKuVvIlbtyDek9_lTislIrHAZXTNAAWxucyqf_VQ/s4032/20221106_110208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFkEXsMFiXQcG4XqeVM5WvDcAnR14S_et7gOgyWqx1YD_VkKGv_OnF-IBbHifuN0IGnMvgofDQqlzsxT3FJilBJ32xyfdgqwaBiMiL6XhZDxhtx7sEgHZwlb6A6WIEyrBMXNbqVF8bnqQAFJno-LKuVvIlbtyDek9_lTislIrHAZXTNAAWxucyqf_VQ/s320/20221106_110208.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>"No problem. I got this..."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Maddy, get away from me with those things! You have no idea what you're doing!"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Hush, I know exactly what I'm doing. Just hold still and I;ll have you out of there in a jiffy..."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Who says "in a jiffy" anymore? And don't cut my dress!"</div><div><br /></div><div>"I'm not cutting your dress! I'm cutting the..."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJFfm6VU6dPsEzsPVV3Pjb7vmCSEtKbahElUAXU5j0LwuIVSXlf2tiPbk5AiXU6TDxprWe41hwZ6b7dY7zWCXHTRlJ95rZJ_pt4cvvBM3PnvxPf73Lj6pvr7BjNzG2Nxs0vStKZ_G7tppjS2_kAxLwUwO6quVJ2LXQ9RskSUIo7YeA8UmQyWJzxzsQQ/s4032/20221106_111051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJFfm6VU6dPsEzsPVV3Pjb7vmCSEtKbahElUAXU5j0LwuIVSXlf2tiPbk5AiXU6TDxprWe41hwZ6b7dY7zWCXHTRlJ95rZJ_pt4cvvBM3PnvxPf73Lj6pvr7BjNzG2Nxs0vStKZ_G7tppjS2_kAxLwUwO6quVJ2LXQ9RskSUIo7YeA8UmQyWJzxzsQQ/s320/20221106_111051.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>"Crap. Sorry about that...."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ZKPV6YdesmaGkN0BnL9tP4kbgOoY6xWOhwuMu5Yfx8Hs_ELkJ7OnlljQMGD4xJVi_cHop5D0SJQll-pyx-kHb96I6o1txdEekKb3ELX4LMvwjaADXxAcTkF2dDhkd1m0J97k2lTxK6pFimN39q8DBA_YyUXYd8FoVtebHh_Wr0wEz7eCDMo5M3QPiA/s4032/20221106_111140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ZKPV6YdesmaGkN0BnL9tP4kbgOoY6xWOhwuMu5Yfx8Hs_ELkJ7OnlljQMGD4xJVi_cHop5D0SJQll-pyx-kHb96I6o1txdEekKb3ELX4LMvwjaADXxAcTkF2dDhkd1m0J97k2lTxK6pFimN39q8DBA_YyUXYd8FoVtebHh_Wr0wEz7eCDMo5M3QPiA/s320/20221106_111140.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>"This better not be going on TikTok!"<div><br /></div><div>"It's not going on Tiktok. I promise!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Lily to Jamie: "I hope you're not rethinking staying here." </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't think he was expecting a Time Lady, a half-angel, half-Gallifreyian and a bunch of Hittys, but he seems cool with it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMb7EmvTZnok_U8_OPHkOgdiPxCQqZQuKJdg7soyjRGb9dzWh_hOK6H5zlL2b2Q8EeEjCyOCn3hZBI4JOWxS2d5EI9w0jVZS8IOPj_Xh0XK38D1fOW0rU15CY_xcJAt9o0GmmdSNEvwQ8uKy1pI4g9Rbs7H5qA-FSQu5l2QEMuvjyzSz9A8g3a2q_tA/s4032/20221106_111616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMb7EmvTZnok_U8_OPHkOgdiPxCQqZQuKJdg7soyjRGb9dzWh_hOK6H5zlL2b2Q8EeEjCyOCn3hZBI4JOWxS2d5EI9w0jVZS8IOPj_Xh0XK38D1fOW0rU15CY_xcJAt9o0GmmdSNEvwQ8uKy1pI4g9Rbs7H5qA-FSQu5l2QEMuvjyzSz9A8g3a2q_tA/s320/20221106_111616.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Jamie's an Island Doll Jonas, and he arrived Thursday. Yesterday morning was an emergency sewing session because NOTHING we'd gotten in anticipation of his arrival actually fit. Well, the shirt kind of did, but the trousers - yeah, no, that wasn't happening. He was really chill and understanding about the whole thing, though, although he's glad to have some stuff that he can actually get on now. He's just really chill and laid-back in general. And yes, he's also - big. Really big. If he's standing up, Maddy's head comes about to his knee and I think his entire foot is as long as Lily is tall. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But yeah, maybe that whole vacuum seal thing wasn't a great idea....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjffRXJ7kKWvz8_1ORcEif_yUMCfAxRQGGCPcPHgJIZ-XR6-jS_ZkCt2w7AC4ET_egC05xKrEsJRwcENBg5qlx4QypeVhzmD3XnM1UFaA7iuJSXFkJSeymVocmztnkFnkyEINv9nc8ytoWEbSA8_x2zJIIV_QDGsLj8USkpsuBi9K4GIHQScGVoESo4rw/s4032/20221029_180811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjffRXJ7kKWvz8_1ORcEif_yUMCfAxRQGGCPcPHgJIZ-XR6-jS_ZkCt2w7AC4ET_egC05xKrEsJRwcENBg5qlx4QypeVhzmD3XnM1UFaA7iuJSXFkJSeymVocmztnkFnkyEINv9nc8ytoWEbSA8_x2zJIIV_QDGsLj8USkpsuBi9K4GIHQScGVoESo4rw/s320/20221029_180811.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Bonus pic:</div><div><br /></div><div>Lenore: Don't look now, Miss Maddy, but isn't that Mr. Fell's awful boss?</div><div><br /></div><div>Maddy: Who? The Archangel Freaking Gabriel? Where is he? I'll....</div><div><br /></div><div>Lenore: I said *don't* look....<div><div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div></div></div>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-12063709829832153442022-10-10T18:18:00.001-04:002022-10-12T20:46:49.469-04:00In which not a whole heck of a lot is actually happening......<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilgB_Rva6Vh6nWJ1L0JblYw1IdeXFfIO8Kjpo7Lsai0BEDmdg2VrYviMY6YV0PIhT7J03JxonVLB_yE3cqJjN_W1_GYSja9lw_mp0PVa2IZULw_F_ZogxQRgvi67EkGLALNiPx-hfnluqG2GxqCXu9HRdc8IRDd5X-dlczNc0RkTXiObkDf7nUhWT9zw/s4032/20221010_163607.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilgB_Rva6Vh6nWJ1L0JblYw1IdeXFfIO8Kjpo7Lsai0BEDmdg2VrYviMY6YV0PIhT7J03JxonVLB_yE3cqJjN_W1_GYSja9lw_mp0PVa2IZULw_F_ZogxQRgvi67EkGLALNiPx-hfnluqG2GxqCXu9HRdc8IRDd5X-dlczNc0RkTXiObkDf7nUhWT9zw/s320/20221010_163607.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>You know, if this went right back into spring, I think I'd actually like it. But hello darkness, my old friend, why are you here at 4:00 PM isn't really my thing. It's kind of a drag. You really don't even want to *do* anything. <p></p><p>Our totally amazing and awesome human had a job interview this week. She honestly wasn't entirely interested in it, but said that it's good to do an interview every so often to freshen up your interviewing game. She was even less interested in the position after she interviewed for it. I mean, it sounded interesting, but she said she really, really didn't want to work for that particular organization. They do good work, but as for the mechanics of how they're run - I think "clusterf**k" was the term she used. So there was that. Anyway, she's good where she is, but has her eye on her supervisor's job when said supervisor retires in about two and a half years. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqiu_EBq7ZZbtpGXQ-ZOVaH5wbELJgkHF63kDw5k_TwyNU12NkZwaxO_WqfBnb4e0PNDwm-d4Q2qeoOF3YNAv24Xu-Zr6SH1e-zsokfYfOmUljDYO8M7sHl1SHG8CIKvMbkpSLbG5xYzv-B57WBrZ_JdD8mWX4_k2x8_gscGB26pQ8pauzGGN_EyrolQ/s4032/20221010_091128.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqiu_EBq7ZZbtpGXQ-ZOVaH5wbELJgkHF63kDw5k_TwyNU12NkZwaxO_WqfBnb4e0PNDwm-d4Q2qeoOF3YNAv24Xu-Zr6SH1e-zsokfYfOmUljDYO8M7sHl1SHG8CIKvMbkpSLbG5xYzv-B57WBrZ_JdD8mWX4_k2x8_gscGB26pQ8pauzGGN_EyrolQ/s320/20221010_091128.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>And before I go any further, Happy Gotcha Weekend to our favorite Time Lady, Maddy Baker, who I think you will agree is pretty awesome in any form. In our house, Indigenous Peoples' Day coincides with Maddy's Gotcha Weekend, although yesterday was the actual anniversary of her arrival here in 2015. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdE-cERHrv7-aDgWY5zbZ2EvL8Ad5w3no2TNlHKnS2AMiBdd8zZGkY_QVpbwYD-KQtnADc4kmemniugjReP7knISW1bZepnR8VbkztoM9k_yFuZv1TF2yEw9jHY0FrcWNqLzeZEPzxgQ4mKFSLtcyeDLbKpRmz9yIQnwG340Fq3R8-b0jWYRVljahfZA/s4032/20221010_165122.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdE-cERHrv7-aDgWY5zbZ2EvL8Ad5w3no2TNlHKnS2AMiBdd8zZGkY_QVpbwYD-KQtnADc4kmemniugjReP7knISW1bZepnR8VbkztoM9k_yFuZv1TF2yEw9jHY0FrcWNqLzeZEPzxgQ4mKFSLtcyeDLbKpRmz9yIQnwG340Fq3R8-b0jWYRVljahfZA/s320/20221010_165122.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Fawn and I were thinking that mosquitoes had gone back to hell where they belong, to borrow Maddy's phrase, but were unpleasantly surprised. At least there were no unexpected acorns, though. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEYIIUFty2i0HqGRtCxkND9oyYhJ3s8yT5ZDBFSlzOQtBCpuJbMyArzEK4pF8CkY5QB-dFwb--TLf34OLUoDnvlPgm3pFVyXyjkLFRU6PDgpXJqBf55m6rBxadilwABalYWtTx0ZUpd0b4DYVbRnWIpwljwfFYS5WXWqXWBmPztL9BaRfWN5YgeLk60Q/s4032/20221010_165640.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEYIIUFty2i0HqGRtCxkND9oyYhJ3s8yT5ZDBFSlzOQtBCpuJbMyArzEK4pF8CkY5QB-dFwb--TLf34OLUoDnvlPgm3pFVyXyjkLFRU6PDgpXJqBf55m6rBxadilwABalYWtTx0ZUpd0b4DYVbRnWIpwljwfFYS5WXWqXWBmPztL9BaRfWN5YgeLk60Q/s320/20221010_165640.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><p>Meanwhile....</p><p>Celine: "Is that a plane?"</p><p>Lenore: "I think it's a really big bird. Like bald eagle kind of big."</p><p>Celine: "We have bald eagles here?"</p><p>Lenore: "Miss Caroline said she and Mister John have seen them down near that little airport. Near the Hudson River."</p><p>Celine: "Zephyr said that one of the other dolls told her that birds are actually government drones. But that doesn't sound right."</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPn47_nQ0a24yCWPUeP7J09b4_ebFnUZ_y67R2olvfQPUxUu1FwbF1eoHWzYfx0XWMpbsI9Ml1jOpWzEMoetRzDQ3ger7X6qADLVFP60OxPUYh3y6pfDbLVBLriYyVreykdca6ig1JGYegTXqZs0UffCnGU_YK6DCKsSR2qipXLbhsAOcWGvA0jzu5IQ/s4000/20221010_165811.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPn47_nQ0a24yCWPUeP7J09b4_ebFnUZ_y67R2olvfQPUxUu1FwbF1eoHWzYfx0XWMpbsI9Ml1jOpWzEMoetRzDQ3ger7X6qADLVFP60OxPUYh3y6pfDbLVBLriYyVreykdca6ig1JGYegTXqZs0UffCnGU_YK6DCKsSR2qipXLbhsAOcWGvA0jzu5IQ/s320/20221010_165811.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Lenore: "Who?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Celine: "I think she said Tori...."</div><div><br /></div><div>Lenore: "Miss Tori also thinks the earth is flat. Kind of like her head."</div><div><br /></div><div>Celine: "I'm still not used to pixies, Devas I get - I mean, they're just another type of angel, like me - but are all of the pixies as weird as Tori?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Lenore: "No, some of them are even weirder. Most of them are okay, though. And I thought you were a Time Lady like your mother?."</div><div><br /></div><div>Celine: "I'll never actually be a Time Lady like mom. You have to be pureblood Gallifreyian to attend the academy. And my dad's not from Gallifrey. He's from - well - The Up."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUppgyXWYOyfrYkmiiGzhHmJwGudqmStPBAeSe0tmbP_O3Xb9AcIvzkhlVzQ9wR48pt-sTrLABoZazLvK_YzSQBJY9fghhZGh_5n9mCFYVb_9sYzwiSTusDR8h_-tga2q85TrUNvZBm_S1uDOj2NW9DwJP0APoFpZZWJsgPjOrq7sRZhVHLdHGw877NA/s4032/20221010_165612.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUppgyXWYOyfrYkmiiGzhHmJwGudqmStPBAeSe0tmbP_O3Xb9AcIvzkhlVzQ9wR48pt-sTrLABoZazLvK_YzSQBJY9fghhZGh_5n9mCFYVb_9sYzwiSTusDR8h_-tga2q85TrUNvZBm_S1uDOj2NW9DwJP0APoFpZZWJsgPjOrq7sRZhVHLdHGw877NA/s320/20221010_165612.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>:Lenore: "But you're an angel like he is. You can miracle things."</div><div><br /></div><div>Celine: "Well, yeah, but - What do you want me to miracle? I mean - I'm not going to do it if it's not going to be a good idea."<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lenore: "I - actually no. Well, maybe that we find what Miss Caroline and I did with that box with a bunch of the winter clothes in it. I'm still looking for my hoodie."</div><div><br /></div><div>Celine: "What else were you thinking?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Lenore: "That maybe that new doll your mother was talking about gets here soon?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Celine: "I hope so. But I don't think it would be a good idea to miracle that."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIob3pM80Rc7bxyBFeP9W1noRx-1F4wa51CbOrs0FxzGKngq2XOr1cmYLzA39eJQY2QLXSM7R6ml5_p9fWQaLjUwVciaX1UHCgqrlQQ3aCG_8RUbgxI0gIlNmIxQbIKakemPeyOg4zcAdeA_BzPqQbmQLCwtDIEXfSnJ2L6pOpQRpEW3lpk2ePjKCrFw/s4000/20221010_165953.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIob3pM80Rc7bxyBFeP9W1noRx-1F4wa51CbOrs0FxzGKngq2XOr1cmYLzA39eJQY2QLXSM7R6ml5_p9fWQaLjUwVciaX1UHCgqrlQQ3aCG_8RUbgxI0gIlNmIxQbIKakemPeyOg4zcAdeA_BzPqQbmQLCwtDIEXfSnJ2L6pOpQRpEW3lpk2ePjKCrFw/s320/20221010_165953.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>"That's more of a summoning," Maddy said, joining them. "And no, that's not always a good idea. Like the time you and your dad summoned your uncle Crowley out of the shower?"<div><br /></div><div>Celine looked at Lenore. "I warned him that next time he should pick up his phone or my dad was going to do that."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jsOkuKxcfLCXMNRSrHe-ixsdud7LgzqnkvQgFCwEM8eywAB2pMfAEy5IWJ1qkmB_ugfskcV1ywYPCeoJ8eKYoIkoZdlhLEQmE27iWLGQBUIpbL2vFTT9eg46Hvl-9WGp0hjIEgSJ_iMV1Dw7vcpiJC2BpmrmtwiqLSGmvVAwd3MqZytun1ugfP-ObA/s4032/20221010_170437.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jsOkuKxcfLCXMNRSrHe-ixsdud7LgzqnkvQgFCwEM8eywAB2pMfAEy5IWJ1qkmB_ugfskcV1ywYPCeoJ8eKYoIkoZdlhLEQmE27iWLGQBUIpbL2vFTT9eg46Hvl-9WGp0hjIEgSJ_iMV1Dw7vcpiJC2BpmrmtwiqLSGmvVAwd3MqZytun1ugfP-ObA/s320/20221010_170437.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Lenore: "I've come to think you were right. About who really wants to be an only doll. And that - well, I really should appreciate what I've always had."</div><div><br /></div><div>Fawn: "I know I came off all wrong back then, but - after being on display in a cabinet, then getting sold because my person got bored with me and then the person who bought me putting me up for sale because she decided she didn't really want me..."</div><div><br /></div><div>Lenore: "But it all worked out. In the end."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Bonus pics:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigd09VcveDtWbNgxSFwhZxtvxOsW3fBeJiFVLx9kQS4aeN2oQZmoa2HAujYFwMl-5_B17Kg_JVi_Ao_dXWgAvwmrXIEcOHsFwePxzEeaEttjNsFZMl4W5uXxFWg_Yj0g7ZoazyMomLEpOuikEU8WBeTcjdIplAaq-I8wTtOkqNU5c0sDoOG-skGkfIGQ/s4032/20221010_164259.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigd09VcveDtWbNgxSFwhZxtvxOsW3fBeJiFVLx9kQS4aeN2oQZmoa2HAujYFwMl-5_B17Kg_JVi_Ao_dXWgAvwmrXIEcOHsFwePxzEeaEttjNsFZMl4W5uXxFWg_Yj0g7ZoazyMomLEpOuikEU8WBeTcjdIplAaq-I8wTtOkqNU5c0sDoOG-skGkfIGQ/s320/20221010_164259.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Yours truly.....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvHHyAtOaClXOIRkf-KYBnTylZOtwDxL-QA7bBp1Loshs1tuBVbgUTjo_091SuFcHpiWKsDW5gtrGg6mX4PqyeF8xrhXxHIP9abaBtmvHYm2VJIXUrswCCpic65LvRWG98UuTXtxOyroa-wE0Jm-AVtgnTwruxkMT5HT-Nlu89Jj8U6WcSXeGWC3nwFQ/s4032/20221010_170545.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvHHyAtOaClXOIRkf-KYBnTylZOtwDxL-QA7bBp1Loshs1tuBVbgUTjo_091SuFcHpiWKsDW5gtrGg6mX4PqyeF8xrhXxHIP9abaBtmvHYm2VJIXUrswCCpic65LvRWG98UuTXtxOyroa-wE0Jm-AVtgnTwruxkMT5HT-Nlu89Jj8U6WcSXeGWC3nwFQ/s320/20221010_170545.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Lenore....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxrmipQGzdQuQ10I4xwCLvzSToyCLExnFD4sn8uzLvGlEnj1JghL_qciFAj5IsVnyWiUvKrWNb6udphGDNMtUxPoOD-RElwVr-hZgc_EMfD1GHgdYDTAUckvwmtCsmXllDoN-YNFyo259kgOF2lINE1P6-3sHjie1a1hLdOIqPNP1d7X16v65fCrRU5A/s4032/20220828_104611.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxrmipQGzdQuQ10I4xwCLvzSToyCLExnFD4sn8uzLvGlEnj1JghL_qciFAj5IsVnyWiUvKrWNb6udphGDNMtUxPoOD-RElwVr-hZgc_EMfD1GHgdYDTAUckvwmtCsmXllDoN-YNFyo259kgOF2lINE1P6-3sHjie1a1hLdOIqPNP1d7X16v65fCrRU5A/s320/20220828_104611.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Maddy, Celine, Emmie and myself.....<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEkbUutvl4NRbNEq7PMnFKF0kGD2--0HNq-9oXpRLClHEaN7vZnqTXSW1im2rPiH3RbiTt61qK-Nm7mm4my00NVia4P21UE1vpetOPM_ljh70xmYNZlacmmyCZprrOpPfcZ-zaK9J5WPJ84ChIk25S24V4zae6216R393scUANC7JgcjyilrkWVQakw/s4032/20221010_170528.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEkbUutvl4NRbNEq7PMnFKF0kGD2--0HNq-9oXpRLClHEaN7vZnqTXSW1im2rPiH3RbiTt61qK-Nm7mm4my00NVia4P21UE1vpetOPM_ljh70xmYNZlacmmyCZprrOpPfcZ-zaK9J5WPJ84ChIk25S24V4zae6216R393scUANC7JgcjyilrkWVQakw/s320/20221010_170528.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div>Fawn....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3R4xKt9hW33rJlhwDJLjWq8GRxAGQXznZtKqhX3XUsiQnyz1fl9q1cEFh9XWY_T00AA-xFv5bZfqntQWuOczbuCfLh79RGB9FgETOOPoegDhE_6vylT73EqVIircrOUe_GW6uN23w8dhsKElEvodo-OvnzPJytV479YkEOC4hWWZLOkLYRZPzwYrgw/s4032/20220820_193206.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3R4xKt9hW33rJlhwDJLjWq8GRxAGQXznZtKqhX3XUsiQnyz1fl9q1cEFh9XWY_T00AA-xFv5bZfqntQWuOczbuCfLh79RGB9FgETOOPoegDhE_6vylT73EqVIircrOUe_GW6uN23w8dhsKElEvodo-OvnzPJytV479YkEOC4hWWZLOkLYRZPzwYrgw/s320/20220820_193206.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>And Celine.....<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>And yes, we're awaiting the arrival of a *really* big guy from Island Doll.....</p></div></div></div></div></div>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-15788919909025539482022-09-25T11:40:00.001-04:002022-09-25T11:40:57.161-04:00In which = an update!You know, I think I'd actually like autumn if it went right back into spring. Or maybe we could have just a month on winter - like say, December - then it turns nice and warm again. Although Celine pointed out that, with global warming, I'd probably better be careful with what I wish for....<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTs1ZdXwHVDnB_sKhXuQ_jDFcLUun1V-l9NMtVzqOW4BkOB_vJG6mupMBFiFlvFnq1u6PlplgUK2lAwX-74FiMYKqw96aibEgIpVuJPRN33axEEwMkzjQVbfeYraWQDCmS93OY4IKvJkJJatvhMZKdTpF9PEKxqA9zwUSSJLNkNt5QEqZbpBgQ0a7pA/s4032/20220925_105338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeTs1ZdXwHVDnB_sKhXuQ_jDFcLUun1V-l9NMtVzqOW4BkOB_vJG6mupMBFiFlvFnq1u6PlplgUK2lAwX-74FiMYKqw96aibEgIpVuJPRN33axEEwMkzjQVbfeYraWQDCmS93OY4IKvJkJJatvhMZKdTpF9PEKxqA9zwUSSJLNkNt5QEqZbpBgQ0a7pA/s320/20220925_105338.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Anyway, before I go any further - I don't know if you've heard of "reshelling," but it's basically like regeneration. More common with BJDs, but it's an established character taking on a new body. Sometimes a new sculpt. Lenore was actually once a character named Eleanor who was reshelled as a larger doll, for example. Well, Maddy and Celine looked into it and decided that it seemed like it might be a good idea. If you're just slightly bigger it opens up all kinds of clothing options that aren't available when you're six inches tall, so...they went for it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_nFUqDuW0LWvg9T-agPuijTjh-RyRS34wm05ORYC6zSsVrgFVaGYONCP69eFtToSELNaBwWLzUop1dWAvXPWWnzbg3MVrSOPdiRBioT5eU2u3t1B5Od2Y9sEcLaqcHklkJhsYsSh99GHknQfpihRrrf3XDM5S7lSxxxel-fiXiB-KqGzmWEbE2wl-Q/s4032/20220206_143006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_nFUqDuW0LWvg9T-agPuijTjh-RyRS34wm05ORYC6zSsVrgFVaGYONCP69eFtToSELNaBwWLzUop1dWAvXPWWnzbg3MVrSOPdiRBioT5eU2u3t1B5Od2Y9sEcLaqcHklkJhsYsSh99GHknQfpihRrrf3XDM5S7lSxxxel-fiXiB-KqGzmWEbE2wl-Q/s320/20220206_143006.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Maddy figured she'd try it first. I think she'd just gotten back from a trip to Rhyl, Wales in 1984 here I think she met the guys from the Alarm. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCbI3jffqCGMILornF9sqL8u2zCI_BfokgHaBgkb9GxObRzopqunqSE-jyDMis5jIJJoIFiovEvpomL816atUCLsgvz149xRXldWG7iaXD7KM2RloXr6F2Sa-vGuMVLKmi-Krs94Ftp3R5amj6jznxeMw8TAtfg35bPtae2-5MfrSkoo9h1fAXJfuq4Q/s2400/Screenshot_20220826-131709_Photos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCbI3jffqCGMILornF9sqL8u2zCI_BfokgHaBgkb9GxObRzopqunqSE-jyDMis5jIJJoIFiovEvpomL816atUCLsgvz149xRXldWG7iaXD7KM2RloXr6F2Sa-vGuMVLKmi-Krs94Ftp3R5amj6jznxeMw8TAtfg35bPtae2-5MfrSkoo9h1fAXJfuq4Q/s320/Screenshot_20220826-131709_Photos.jpg" width="144" /></a></div>Celine and I have very similar taste in clothes. She went a bit more ginger this time around. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7JnGacbcyjbKWfZUsDuJFfuxzUa-zVHlJJQPbxaUUnaoAZ4qt3LYemQNcEo1Ll-E4lwD_my0nDgEHpNZKcINKzjIJmzBQfXP4LTDl7mimAT7yLGt6AunQHEC_iQc_ly4yA4drg9KjfQD1Z49ONvEE1OJQevKXz4AyQhYhL9k-iZJdsCS94B35HTxwNw/s4032/20220828_104611.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7JnGacbcyjbKWfZUsDuJFfuxzUa-zVHlJJQPbxaUUnaoAZ4qt3LYemQNcEo1Ll-E4lwD_my0nDgEHpNZKcINKzjIJmzBQfXP4LTDl7mimAT7yLGt6AunQHEC_iQc_ly4yA4drg9KjfQD1Z49ONvEE1OJQevKXz4AyQhYhL9k-iZJdsCS94B35HTxwNw/s320/20220828_104611.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Celine's other new project is is making Emmie believe she's awesome. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnT2-DQHSCtm-lxVvdnw2bDbZAMW1_V_3thvaoi0wG5qVCn8m5_IFUEWCXVlzBUH1k3PitDwciRGErcfT-JSEGVbuK3tgVsryXXu7iVwxZQTv-entOVBn2cgpKbKXcI6D-62-lWKAz4Ef2COgn0ob_5AtkYZw73k0k7emw7wjYWZj9Hl5d0vo6b-8KRw/s4032/20220925_105757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnT2-DQHSCtm-lxVvdnw2bDbZAMW1_V_3thvaoi0wG5qVCn8m5_IFUEWCXVlzBUH1k3PitDwciRGErcfT-JSEGVbuK3tgVsryXXu7iVwxZQTv-entOVBn2cgpKbKXcI6D-62-lWKAz4Ef2COgn0ob_5AtkYZw73k0k7emw7wjYWZj9Hl5d0vo6b-8KRw/s320/20220925_105757.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>That, I think, is going to take some work, but I think Celine's up to it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We're also awaiting the arrival of a fella who will be the biggest member of our crew to date. <br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvm2sdOBhW5vBHlEO7u6pcy4JXsdLn_f3QbpFcg6mPvskHya-ON1Qxro6fTShRjVZ_1Aqhg39a7zom03McraVkkvqEC7mEDB-RaSgEUfMD7S1qJNl_5YLOQ4s3Ag1hAUqxymX82G55g87XUQCP3aBGN0hS0qOntAEBWp699IqokICza4vD8hgk8VTlw/s4032/20220903_162407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvm2sdOBhW5vBHlEO7u6pcy4JXsdLn_f3QbpFcg6mPvskHya-ON1Qxro6fTShRjVZ_1Aqhg39a7zom03McraVkkvqEC7mEDB-RaSgEUfMD7S1qJNl_5YLOQ4s3Ag1hAUqxymX82G55g87XUQCP3aBGN0hS0qOntAEBWp699IqokICza4vD8hgk8VTlw/s320/20220903_162407.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Maddy said Celine had a little bit of a "She's a woman - and she's the TARDIS!" vibe going on here. I thought it was more colonial Williamsburg chic. Celine said neither of us knew what we were talking about. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO23SeR0tCt6FUo_0E8uTSRME2aKs5NzJiKz7hYaF-Jbli2Ng2hp029BdPtoojJ0rwjygAUE5I19c4YKZnf40DrMSWj8djQc2ZR9TThqhe0_62hM3Qwe9cUzsdrR1-9zg0V0Mh3rvszWWGHdlZqLxehKmrf6NN_O_6PQQmjDPyk7DHJzTfcRS1lTqznA/s4032/20220709_181320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO23SeR0tCt6FUo_0E8uTSRME2aKs5NzJiKz7hYaF-Jbli2Ng2hp029BdPtoojJ0rwjygAUE5I19c4YKZnf40DrMSWj8djQc2ZR9TThqhe0_62hM3Qwe9cUzsdrR1-9zg0V0Mh3rvszWWGHdlZqLxehKmrf6NN_O_6PQQmjDPyk7DHJzTfcRS1lTqznA/s320/20220709_181320.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Another shot....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJE10on4f6o3dlZ8QlTYz2nvftFixVna2BffsW5JSCI0E-U_xw8paX0zAasVRSSItTfdzh5mlROkZstIv04X95OPHaz_6RC9Loxk7ZUwLrhgP_oKjIAAsJg_sNUIcJTfuUPvwPKAF9AvKeifIUCVqiZzJxkrksUf8uJ7fTluERxsPhuDbjr-ccwuluwA/s4032/20220618_164556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJE10on4f6o3dlZ8QlTYz2nvftFixVna2BffsW5JSCI0E-U_xw8paX0zAasVRSSItTfdzh5mlROkZstIv04X95OPHaz_6RC9Loxk7ZUwLrhgP_oKjIAAsJg_sNUIcJTfuUPvwPKAF9AvKeifIUCVqiZzJxkrksUf8uJ7fTluERxsPhuDbjr-ccwuluwA/s320/20220618_164556.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Maddy getting nautical.....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHNdxrXxakf1gJVhLYfkUh-T7q5O0SIB51k9KLbmu_qe6tqLyBYlA5ODMw1TJNUrN1zG3qWmWJ_VzYIa-2OkvKKTn5w65S8CSyGkyk8RZCqsvqaXDxT0pmML0PdkjJucFZ-dnY_qmi7qfFq1FKC1IKkIrp_uyTYFsXo5bGu6n61oKofGRyv7gox4zI1g/s4032/20220730_215848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHNdxrXxakf1gJVhLYfkUh-T7q5O0SIB51k9KLbmu_qe6tqLyBYlA5ODMw1TJNUrN1zG3qWmWJ_VzYIa-2OkvKKTn5w65S8CSyGkyk8RZCqsvqaXDxT0pmML0PdkjJucFZ-dnY_qmi7qfFq1FKC1IKkIrp_uyTYFsXo5bGu6n61oKofGRyv7gox4zI1g/s320/20220730_215848.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div>Maddy: "Earthlings....."<br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-19026542702907942442021-02-05T08:56:00.001-05:002021-02-05T08:56:27.471-05:00In which it's my birthday and our favorite angel's, tooHappy birthday to me and Michael Sheen!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-27331925142606507052020-12-27T16:09:00.002-05:002020-12-27T16:09:56.716-05:00In Which We Sort of Travel and Other Stuff...<p> Well, Christmas this year was certainly in keeping with the rest of 2020.....</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNK-O3BtYX_rIKtULUYh-xW3o6g0HeMH0w_gy5ZEHHlVkNAHxwV4G5Bhf6duDqqz-BhHlgrGIimGD77UnXAX7VRMI5r0bDtKXpgZJk1eRXzka6q1TGYmdYEmhB7ghSJmZhG7Hm4tfuxcvC/s4160/20201225_183931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="2080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNK-O3BtYX_rIKtULUYh-xW3o6g0HeMH0w_gy5ZEHHlVkNAHxwV4G5Bhf6duDqqz-BhHlgrGIimGD77UnXAX7VRMI5r0bDtKXpgZJk1eRXzka6q1TGYmdYEmhB7ghSJmZhG7Hm4tfuxcvC/s320/20201225_183931.jpg" /></a></div>Long story short, we had a rain and wind storm on Christmas Eve. A really, really nasty rain and wind storm. And, like in August with Hurricane Isaias, the power got knocked out. After it became very obvious on Christmas Day that we were NOT getting it back any time soon, my person made the decision that we were going to a hotel until it came back on. We spent four days powerless after Isaias and I really don't think any of us could deal.<p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitUB8hQBiI9AJEfoifXO4_0t2671AE9UkEIXnQygEKFYqqP-4C1YSm-fG9b5YSVO5F7cygoYHmgHSjp-5OLX9csu5wBqXxBxhx6y6cfY9VW297HB4F7A69K484tZtgVRb9J3Zd2rHB9bKf/s4160/20201225_183957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="2080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitUB8hQBiI9AJEfoifXO4_0t2671AE9UkEIXnQygEKFYqqP-4C1YSm-fG9b5YSVO5F7cygoYHmgHSjp-5OLX9csu5wBqXxBxhx6y6cfY9VW297HB4F7A69K484tZtgVRb9J3Zd2rHB9bKf/s320/20201225_183957.jpg" /></a></div>Not a bad deal, though. The room was clean, and cute and, most importantly had amenities such as electricity and running water. Which may not sound like amenities, but in this case, they totally were.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm6ALCcwkmDuNaYqZHzgPfW0_tSRUWhsFbqkRD1o_aJOpLdb9nNgbkByP5LfHVgdIPDxPfBzUaNhxBI8t45cO6FIuEZLxUAy-xEpq6uIwa_skRKWDiflaeMlq-TwdDiDIh-uYmgPRSvEFP/s4160/20201226_085143_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2080" data-original-width="4160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm6ALCcwkmDuNaYqZHzgPfW0_tSRUWhsFbqkRD1o_aJOpLdb9nNgbkByP5LfHVgdIPDxPfBzUaNhxBI8t45cO6FIuEZLxUAy-xEpq6uIwa_skRKWDiflaeMlq-TwdDiDIh-uYmgPRSvEFP/s320/20201226_085143_HDR.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I mean, really, we've had worse ideas. And it wasn't expensive and it was for the one night. <div><br /></div><div>We got a text about nine-forty the next morning (26th) saying the power was back, but we'd gotten texts like that twice before that had turned out to be not quite the case. So we called the house to see if the answering machine (ansaphone, as Crowley calls it) picked up. It doesn't work with the power out. When it picked up, we knew all was good. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And speaking of Isaias....</div><div><br /></div><div>This is one small part of why power was out as long as it was:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV5Mx-iLGyzW8w_E7Tt7eJk1ZokbGv7G2Io-MQPaH_8VoKgZ7pEh6MC5B4KunTLI7TF-GTF2OQbe-0q8kB715M2ISG2lnuMuBXLPqKgectr5N-29C9gnWrOy1tuwLaJTg-AU02Y0wq1XAY/s4160/20200804_175210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2080" data-original-width="4160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV5Mx-iLGyzW8w_E7Tt7eJk1ZokbGv7G2Io-MQPaH_8VoKgZ7pEh6MC5B4KunTLI7TF-GTF2OQbe-0q8kB715M2ISG2lnuMuBXLPqKgectr5N-29C9gnWrOy1tuwLaJTg-AU02Y0wq1XAY/s320/20200804_175210.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This tree was part of the stone wall between my person's house and the neighbor's. As you can see, it didn't get uprooted. It broke in half. Holy CRAP was that ever loud when it came down. By then the power had been out for a good couple of hours as it was.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdgSn0EF1jJwOVrMw1lSc1eh9ynL8TzznziPmhp4E11Yi4VvEC6hsNzB7qT3o-hXHjdWm3b7pEWacg1ihua-ciLchjH1Bh6YS_3fWqgttSwaJCa5ftn9aRLdQ7Jzp1mQWEqEX-3blnKOZ/s4160/20200804_175212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2080" data-original-width="4160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdgSn0EF1jJwOVrMw1lSc1eh9ynL8TzznziPmhp4E11Yi4VvEC6hsNzB7qT3o-hXHjdWm3b7pEWacg1ihua-ciLchjH1Bh6YS_3fWqgttSwaJCa5ftn9aRLdQ7Jzp1mQWEqEX-3blnKOZ/s320/20200804_175212.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Which was a good thing, because there went the lines</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjIu2mlNYPiANM0nulRMNIyd-OLfW9UujQ4o11GXBjjrgiid-47VnL9DDX1zIk5jIMNIZ8kXAB1ttgPf7_kmPo-Bue0rE5fle4w_X96GFPoktCXckCX2nMwengc8XKEfYgqyqenUv2f-9t/s4160/20200804_195002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2080" data-original-width="4160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjIu2mlNYPiANM0nulRMNIyd-OLfW9UujQ4o11GXBjjrgiid-47VnL9DDX1zIk5jIMNIZ8kXAB1ttgPf7_kmPo-Bue0rE5fle4w_X96GFPoktCXckCX2nMwengc8XKEfYgqyqenUv2f-9t/s320/20200804_195002.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>See those lines in the background? They're not supposed to be down there. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil524elkOaaOIrTvm1mQ54xPKKu3D0WlgXgtj9fjDVaut3qXDk3omEd_-wyd92vsX7-jwJkDSLWXKcP9ay3oDuDt6c18xjS1iLFlF8SX6tEMx9IjVDa3yMHx1GwpBHWMILOfHTV2s5R6AT/s4160/20200804_195014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2080" data-original-width="4160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil524elkOaaOIrTvm1mQ54xPKKu3D0WlgXgtj9fjDVaut3qXDk3omEd_-wyd92vsX7-jwJkDSLWXKcP9ay3oDuDt6c18xjS1iLFlF8SX6tEMx9IjVDa3yMHx1GwpBHWMILOfHTV2s5R6AT/s320/20200804_195014.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This one uprooted. It's in the yard next door.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZB-ExklGXwHU0DkXYuNNjLaGFV8s7RXHgP8lILUC8iqShLl7qOpUYwIB6_getEzMUBnRH5pTmmCa93HLkpr8uTmPAZEeCnkzPgqZhYeESm9lDmVNrRovZOp6H3lng6xSRgLf7Ur4iShCY/s4160/20200804_195456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="2080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZB-ExklGXwHU0DkXYuNNjLaGFV8s7RXHgP8lILUC8iqShLl7qOpUYwIB6_getEzMUBnRH5pTmmCa93HLkpr8uTmPAZEeCnkzPgqZhYeESm9lDmVNrRovZOp6H3lng6xSRgLf7Ur4iShCY/s320/20200804_195456.jpg" /></a></div>That tree on the left is the one my person thought was down when she got to the end of our street. She had to sit there about ten minutes because they were still chainsawing the one that fell. She said later that she was sure it was going be like Christmas in August - a tree in the house. It was an absolute mess, but we did end up standing outside a couple of days later at two in the morning watching a truck put lines up. That was cool. Unfortunately, the freezer wasn't cool anymore by that time. Everything thawed. </div><div><br /></div><div>2020, man......</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSenxqdecetW4pGmLiaxmVGzFL9F3H6Py1askx4ylq7YMOQj48iePQ45Wwae59WWOI2bAu9wj3DdQab7O4_lIcly2jU-rrs3XBHza4xqD6pKuUXEuzamy3kgeBk217gvI2QGt0vQce7Rl/s4160/20201205_162347_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="2080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSenxqdecetW4pGmLiaxmVGzFL9F3H6Py1askx4ylq7YMOQj48iePQ45Wwae59WWOI2bAu9wj3DdQab7O4_lIcly2jU-rrs3XBHza4xqD6pKuUXEuzamy3kgeBk217gvI2QGt0vQce7Rl/s320/20201205_162347_HDR.jpg" /></a></div>Even the (actual) Christmas tree fought back this year. I think the idea was that Crowley would hand the lights to Jade, who would hand them to Aziraphale. </div><div><br /></div><div>That's - not what happened. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDFKxlTbWu2k3yddDdT49k1RPcVEJQR_afhNXsisE-Uf4Y2_qoLZ53epNn5QVHATiHMfqp0zif_SY3DG6v6VFeLr8kvbuVmyIUi01xNx0hbIXS5QxtmMLbidfb6IyCS1VpVlCe4UM0C9E/s4160/20201220_111848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="2080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDFKxlTbWu2k3yddDdT49k1RPcVEJQR_afhNXsisE-Uf4Y2_qoLZ53epNn5QVHATiHMfqp0zif_SY3DG6v6VFeLr8kvbuVmyIUi01xNx0hbIXS5QxtmMLbidfb6IyCS1VpVlCe4UM0C9E/s320/20201220_111848.jpg" /></a></div>Meanwhile, Celine was trying to talk Emmie into something fancy. <br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRlQPNkbPC_fl9ZFlU-M0A-5daVopaCZ864urJpv2JjfZh6WWJ-TK9UKTIM8jw7_Md0X6ffENHFLm7DKdVNQaStUxsmHG6QP9OqVTYO3Nrw92f4fSpwHhZW9zxrgEiLMJgJSnbAuBaFXsK/s4160/20201206_161329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="2080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRlQPNkbPC_fl9ZFlU-M0A-5daVopaCZ864urJpv2JjfZh6WWJ-TK9UKTIM8jw7_Md0X6ffENHFLm7DKdVNQaStUxsmHG6QP9OqVTYO3Nrw92f4fSpwHhZW9zxrgEiLMJgJSnbAuBaFXsK/s320/20201206_161329.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div>Celine can be a bit - chaotic, shall we say. There was the time she decided to talk to some very drunken and/or high guy in her true form. Given that her true form is something like a bazillion wings and eyes all at once....</div><div><br /></div><div>Aziraphale says she gets it from her mom. I don't know. He can be "Just Enough of a Bastard" sometimes....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ1mAloP43TeB77LL71chaMSPlXYzlq3Ly0Zh_PIldC1VHorbEKQnwPzWgsrR00nJiscvnt3SMv_RFxPotcu4nF23LaAYqc5TWvLrImB4xlNyZCg3qPklkORysRoUqLY1Arvm1w7z0EhnB/s4160/20201219_223312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="2080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ1mAloP43TeB77LL71chaMSPlXYzlq3Ly0Zh_PIldC1VHorbEKQnwPzWgsrR00nJiscvnt3SMv_RFxPotcu4nF23LaAYqc5TWvLrImB4xlNyZCg3qPklkORysRoUqLY1Arvm1w7z0EhnB/s320/20201219_223312.jpg" /></a></div>Opal and Lily. Opal is Jade's younger sister. <br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Jade is a model, BTW, and has done a number of photoshoots. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAkqhvSkgPnmNGgFbXyACxnfUfUP8JR6JSJHBUaei8eCFdMlsRhKGsGarRgCfRRotMFhS77MeHPcpmium2bU8MRqlNu594ajgqlPRHdp1E67ZbP4Vi3PvbvElyIhM1iWqwWsfR7wSsBWif/s4160/20201205_144437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="2080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAkqhvSkgPnmNGgFbXyACxnfUfUP8JR6JSJHBUaei8eCFdMlsRhKGsGarRgCfRRotMFhS77MeHPcpmium2bU8MRqlNu594ajgqlPRHdp1E67ZbP4Vi3PvbvElyIhM1iWqwWsfR7wSsBWif/s320/20201205_144437.jpg" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAoyUukaOZiiBGweVWIe8GfHT_nfqoqHEeu5hE9TkYXnJDnVFgmno7TqGsMRBZJ7Qtou7xbO9cYAOtS_o2NROOI-ihvO7dqPcSY3xUisMjbQAeJBmvGR-i4SNxyDIPSgCpG5YurTIQADF/s4160/20201121_123945_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="2080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAoyUukaOZiiBGweVWIe8GfHT_nfqoqHEeu5hE9TkYXnJDnVFgmno7TqGsMRBZJ7Qtou7xbO9cYAOtS_o2NROOI-ihvO7dqPcSY3xUisMjbQAeJBmvGR-i4SNxyDIPSgCpG5YurTIQADF/s320/20201121_123945_HDR.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div>You can see why.....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGAYvNevBcTfDcivAW5gs8OfLmCel87t-McEHP4t2XW6m1EO_9GJDTFa9mwuvKPqKYXXVHeyZHdXXB2FOevaIpf_aiFqXkRsrqmi7kZ93Xf8yjT39eFZbbQ4-sBxOe0js_IF9qFRm4hrd9/s4160/20201213_154152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="2080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGAYvNevBcTfDcivAW5gs8OfLmCel87t-McEHP4t2XW6m1EO_9GJDTFa9mwuvKPqKYXXVHeyZHdXXB2FOevaIpf_aiFqXkRsrqmi7kZ93Xf8yjT39eFZbbQ4-sBxOe0js_IF9qFRm4hrd9/s320/20201213_154152.jpg" /></a></div>This is Benjamin. He's one of Maddy's friends. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN831WS4804g1TPgZu5Kf7Boxf3ZRewLhLakMUGb3XnK8yYwirnPDwJQQiEeRlHHRxoSKcijg0CuUxnSaBsdqqZYgm2kT2ouxyhUSyyZY9GTdgot4ccD-bDHfgH9AnXkUe8vbwNFBd27v6/s4160/20201213_180055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="2080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN831WS4804g1TPgZu5Kf7Boxf3ZRewLhLakMUGb3XnK8yYwirnPDwJQQiEeRlHHRxoSKcijg0CuUxnSaBsdqqZYgm2kT2ouxyhUSyyZY9GTdgot4ccD-bDHfgH9AnXkUe8vbwNFBd27v6/s320/20201213_180055.jpg" /></a></div>And a quick bonus shot of Aziraphale, Crowley and Opal.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-18836965955390028192020-05-23T15:45:00.000-04:002020-05-23T15:45:40.945-04:00In which life under lockdown continues....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1aTNo8GIsEJA37S3sYD0060yOIsf0Ywk17nvnuGRJdMPNZ1tdAyqKS3C-pbqyD_SjYXqm7owV9Yv7CZDp1KGIai3XyZBVsEjkV8xjYz5ShyU8RRUkPUqLYMQav1hcoVoKXcNFofra6PY/s1600/20200523_142016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1aTNo8GIsEJA37S3sYD0060yOIsf0Ywk17nvnuGRJdMPNZ1tdAyqKS3C-pbqyD_SjYXqm7owV9Yv7CZDp1KGIai3XyZBVsEjkV8xjYz5ShyU8RRUkPUqLYMQav1hcoVoKXcNFofra6PY/s320/20200523_142016.jpg" width="160" /></a><br />
So apparently some places let their people do something they call telecommuting. It's becoming quite the thing in this time of plague. And my person was asked if she would be willing to. Of course she said yes.<br />
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My person's original intent was to set everything up on the dining room table, but we all forgot that there isn't a plug handy over there. The sewing machine only gets plugged in as needed and then promptly unplugged. So - after much banging around of things and foul language and whatnot, part of the computer table from the old computer room is now inhabiting the living room and my person has a nice work desk. She said it's staying even after everything goes back to normal and the computer goes back.<br />
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The only problem was that she needed to plug it into either the modem or the router. She wanted to use the router since the modem has to stay pretty much where it is. However - that didn't work. At all. So, 100' of wire later, we're plugged into the modem, which is located on the other end of the house. That was actually about ten feet more than she turned out to need, but she wanted to err on the side of guesstimating high rather than low. All this had me wondering why they didn't just give her a laptop, but she said those were in short supply and being reserved for people who have to go out in the field.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSE2ZKIiwkTMvnH5CZWaJrtKQZnIpP-skzfXIPNig-jvup9qIYASg13_tnSYXopMnetf_Vky7HebNouhyYk44S_oqeiCiVvECSyzNESWmA4UhPqYUY6G-UkaGyp3Zid-NQXVIPY99V0Kl/s1600/20200523_142856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSE2ZKIiwkTMvnH5CZWaJrtKQZnIpP-skzfXIPNig-jvup9qIYASg13_tnSYXopMnetf_Vky7HebNouhyYk44S_oqeiCiVvECSyzNESWmA4UhPqYUY6G-UkaGyp3Zid-NQXVIPY99V0Kl/s320/20200523_142856.jpg" width="160" /></a>"The heck is this?"<br />
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I looked around. "You mean you don't know?"<br />
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Crowley looked at me. "Looks like those things they used to have all over London."<br />
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My person looked around. "Ask the Doctor when she and Maddy get back. They'll explain it to you,"<br />
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He's taking quarantine hair to the extreme, I think. Everyone's starting to look floofy because all the salons are still closed. Some people are complaining about that. They also don't like that they can't go hang out and browse in stores - right now you really need to just get what you need and come back home - and that they have to wear masks. My person said that she'll deal. She also just ordered a set of masks so she won't have to try to wash hers and get it dry quickly.<br />
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<br />Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-13814306829646818122020-04-04T16:27:00.000-04:002020-04-04T16:27:55.874-04:00In Which - New Friends from Old Places - Maybe....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My person was right. They shut her office down to one-quarter staff, so she now has a very staggered schedule. Almost everything else is closed and now she needs to use that mask pattern she downloaded to make masks for herself and us in case we need to go out, too.<br />
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Plus we just got an email from Amazon saying that the CD we preordered back in January will be shipped later than expected, and they don't have a date. Which might not suck so badly if it wasn't the Psychedelic Furs first CD since 1991......<br />
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Worse, my person is the one who adopted Fawn six years ago. Lenore always hated Fawn. Now Fawn, for her part, is more than willing to let all that go and start over. But Lenore isn't having it.<br />
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"Dear, really now. You know it was for your own good. You didn't want<br />
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"Yeah, well, I sure didn't want to come here. I think I'd rather be in a box."<br />
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My person, who was sitting between them, started to scold Crowley, but Fawn shook her head ever so slightly. There's a method to their madness - when they don't forget which one of them is using the single brain cell they apparently share, that is.<br />
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<br />Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-91026392121715300222020-03-14T16:36:00.000-04:002020-03-14T16:36:29.873-04:00In Which - Can We Just Unplug 2020 for Ten Seconds and Plug it Back In?First things first: Rest in peace, Red October. You were a good car.<br />
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We're not under mandatory lockdown, but we're on the very edge of the New York outbreak - we have one confirmed case in our county so far. My person thinks it will just be a matter of time - a short time - until her office is closed. The two adjacent counties have closed their DSS offices through the end of the month, and we rather expect ours will follow suit. We're being asked to limit unnecessary travel, so no outings. Plus, the nursing home my person's mom is in has banned all visitors for the foreseeable future. Apparently this virus is worse the older you are. Combine that with my person trying to navigate all the ins and outs of her mother actually having to be IN the nursing home in the first place - this all started in December - and the new car and all the usual stress and well - it's kind of complicated. She's even wondering if she'll be able to properly renew her driver's license at this point, since she needs to get an enhanced one, which will require a trip to the DMV.<br />
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This is Celine's half-sister, Indigo - Indy for short. I didn't know Maddy had two daughters, but here we are. If I understood correctly, Indy, in her old life, was Maddy's son - the one her ex made off with. She ended up being raised by an aunt and uncle, who kicked her out upon her coming out as transgender. Having no one else to turn to, she - he at the time - Facebook messaged the mother who he'd been told didn't want him - only to be picked up ten minutes later via TARDIS and whisked back to the UK. I think the gender switch was done via regeneration, but Crowley also had a hand in adjusting Indy's DNA to no longer reflect any of her human father's. In other words, she's half-Gallifreyian and half-demon. Maddy said the Indy has her one mother's - Penthesalia's - complexion, more or less her looks and her father's eyes - kind of. And like her dad, she can shapeshift into a serpent, although she usually doesn't because she's afraid she'll forget how to change back.<br />
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"Mom! What do you think? Not with these boots, obviously, but Uncle Crowley helped me pick it out!"<br />
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Maddy's been here just over four years, but this is the first time we've met Celine, her daughter, who's been attending St. Luke's University in London. Why not the Academy on Gallifrey, you ask? Well, there is the slight problem of Celine's parentage. Apparently if you're not fully Gallifreyian, you can't attend. And the thing is.....<br />
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"Shut it, angel! I'm a demon. I'm not NICE!" I should point out that this time, Crowley was just trying to get Aziraphale in a position where he could kiss him to shut him up.<br />
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First off, Aziraphale (it's pronounced a-ZEER-a-fell) is an angel. Well, technically, a Principality, but let's go with angel for now. You might know him as the Angel of the Eastern Gate (which implies that there were other gates, although he says this wasn't the case) from the Garden of Eden. Or the one with the bookshop who helped stop the Apocalypse awhile back. Either way, he and his demon boyfriend Crowley sort of got "discorporated," as they put it, and ended up here with the rest of my person's crew, probably because of Maddy. You see, Maddy, as it turns out, had her own little secret. She was, for reasons she won't go into, forced to live on Earth as a human for quite some time. Along the way, she got married, which was a disaster, and ended up pregnant with a daughter about the time her husband left her. When she ended up incapacitated following an emergency C-Section, Aziraphale signed Celine's birth certificate - as Azira Fell. He and Crowley also named her - Celine Elizabeth Ashteroth Madrigal Jantonia Azira Baker-Fell. I think "Celine" was the only bit Maddy intended to use. I also have a feeling she wasn't too happy when she found out the true enormity of it. All of this was well and good until Maddy's ex showed up four years later and tried to take Celine away. The court ordered a DNA test since this rare book dealer from Soho was also claiming to be the baby's father. Aziraphale said he was trying to miracle the results of the DNA test, which I guess he kind of did, more or less. Except what he miracled was actually Celine's DNA. Remember how she was half-human and half- Gallfreyian? Well, now she's half-angel/Principality/whatever Aziraphale is and half-Gallfreyian. Yeah, he should have gotten in trouble for it, but somehow didn't.<br />
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And of course, there's also Crowley. So - apparently he's the Serpent who started all the trouble in the Garden. Except he really was as surprised as everyone else when all that happened. And he actually is really nice for a demon. He smuggled a whole bunch of kids aboard Noah's Ark on the theory that he was being evil and disobeying God by saving them, but he didn't have time to go back and get the unicorn that ran off. According to Aziraphale, he also didn't know why they needed two of them, which left Aziraphale having to explain the proverbial birds and bees to him afterwards. He still says he wishes he'd gotten the unicorn back. Maddy's gone back several times to try to find a few pairs, but hasn't had any luck so far.<br />
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Aziraphale can be fussy and a little bitchy from time to time, but he's also really sweet. He had to raid the Pukifee clothing stash for sort of kind of anything that fit, although my person has promised to try to make him something like he usually wears. Although the turtleneck is really cute on him.<br />
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Celine really is quite young for either an angel or a Time Lady. Neither she, Maddy or Aziraphale are entirely sure of what abilities she's inherited yet.<br />
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Notes: Aziraphale is a Pukifee Jude and Crowley is a Pukifee Luna, And if you haven't checked out "Good Omens" (it's on DVD and Amazon Prime) yet, you're missing something really fun.<br />
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<br />Maddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866288105413165777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5002555661840451135.post-5593960315124750282019-02-18T21:38:00.000-05:002019-02-18T21:38:35.661-05:00In which - a Siren. Like, for real....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Really, Her name is Harlow.<br />
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And she's really sweet. And guess what? They don't just sing about sex, sex, sex. It's a lot more complicated than that. Because, as my person will tell you, desire doesn't necessarily mean sex. It can be a desire for - well, anything. Freedom. Justice. Equality. Education. A better life. A new start. Which, says Harlow, is why Sirens are so dangerous. Because they make humans want the things that perhaps, the Powers That Be, as she puts it, don't want them to have. They give us all the power to dream. To act. To believe that we can in fact make a difference. And when that power is held by a woman - even worse. </div>
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"Nice kitty. Good kitty. Get out of here, kitty..." Daisy's voice alerted us to a minor crisis nearby.<br />
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"Hey! Paradox! What are you doing out here? You're supposed to stay in the TARDIS!" Maddy hurried over, scooping up her cat. "I don't think he would have hurt you, Daisy. I'm sorry."<br />
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"No, he's an Arcadian Ginsing Point," Maddy explained somewhat unhelpfully.<br />
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Yeah, well, I hope there isn't any bubblewrap in those boxes.....<br />
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Our lovely Fawn is still very much here, BTW. She's currently rocking lighter hair.<br />
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These lovely ladies are Angelica (in back) and her sister Anna Miranda.<br />
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They're from a place called Dream Valley.<br />
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Angelica is almost completely blind - she can see light and shadow and some shapes. Miri is anxiously awaiting the arrival of what she hopes will be a guide fox for her sister. Yes, she said fox.<br />
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Clockwise from top is Piper, Willow, Chione (pronounced KEE-oh-nee) and Calais, Chione's brother.<br />
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Piper is technically an Ondine, not a mermaid. She's a river spirit. She is also insanely adorable.<br />
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And this is Iris. She's a chimera.<br />
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I think she also has a vlog called "Moose on the Loose."<br />
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We also have Devika, who also joined us from the Wylde Kingdom. She's currently grumbling over the sad state of this year's poinsettia.<br />
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Astrid modeling a new outfit and getting photobombed by a gerbil named Dagger<br />
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Maddy, Fawn and the Doctor about to get a shift on....<br />
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"Here it is," Lavinia said. "This is what I was looking for."<br />
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"<i>Bizarre Plants</i>?" Howard, aka HP Lovecraft said, looking over her shoulder. He's looking for a more "appropriate" body, but we haven't found one yet.<br />
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"Yeah. Maddy was asking about something - Gum Axtraxicia, I think. Something like that."<br />
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"She and her sister went somewhere - I know, not a lot of help, right."<br />
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"The TARDIS? No. I think they took Aura's little car."<br />
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"I hope they got back before it started raining." It's been raining on and off - and more on than off - since Friday morning. We need it pretty badly, though. Everything was turning brown.<br />
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"Just made it!" That was Maddy. "Hey everyone, meet Bowie. She's the middle sister of the bunch."<br />
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"Yes. There are five of us," Maddy replied. "Myself, Sigourney, Bowie here, Swan and Alcyone."<br />
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"What? Black?" Lavinia stood up. "Oh for the Goddess' sake, Howard, don't start with that crap!"<br />
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"That doesn't have a ****ing thing to do with it!" Since I'm trying to keep this somewhat PG, I'll leave some of Lavinia's language to your imagination. "When are you going to come to your damn senses and realize that we're all human beings, huh? It doesn't matter what color you are. I can't believe I even have to explain this to you. This is the twenty-first century."<br />
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"In our case, all Gallifreyians," Bowie said. "From the House of Jade Dreamers."<br />
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"And we're all the daughters of Cassilda, so shut up or else," Maddy added.<br />
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Bonus pic - Maddy, me and Bowie.<br />
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Note: HP Lovecraft's racism is pretty well-documented. I could only imagine what he'd make of Maddy and her sisters being such varied skin tones. And I can imagine Maddy ripping him a new one the instant he said anything ugly about them.<br /><br />
The reason I picked the four I did is because of the resemblance - and the fact that they were the ones of my crew who either didn't have backstories or didn't have well-defined ones. I think they look quite lovely together.<br />
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"We should sit on the lawn. It's probably cooler," Paisley said.<br />
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"No way." Aura looked over her shoulder. "That bloody dog next door is out again. And he doesn't know to stay on his own side."<br />
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It sounded like a party next door - I don't think barbecue, since I couldn't smell anything barbecuing.<br />
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"Pardon me, ladies - has anyone seen Maddy?"<br />
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"You mean your Maddy, right?" I don't think he and my person have met yet.<br />
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"Everyone, this is the Eternal Dalek...." Maddy started, but the Doctor cut her off.<br />
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"The other Daleks abandoned me. I was of no use to them," the yellow - whatever - said in a grating electronic voice.<br />
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"I had been captured by the Mogul. He sent me to exterminate Maddy when her TARDIS crashed on Cassinus. But she promised to rescue me instead. I had no other choice." The Dalek lowered its eyestalk a bit. "I discovered that she was my friend.<br />
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She nodded. "LaMarr knew how it worked. It locks onto your dematerialization frequency and overrides it. But if you randomly hop between frequencies, it can't lock on, and you can escape."<br />
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"I'm just glad you're all right, old girl. We're the only ones left."<br />
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It was a nice afternoon for a tea party....<br />
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"Excuse me, have you seen a blue box around here?"<br />
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"There! That!"<br />
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Why does nothing that happens around here surprise me any more?<br />
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"Excuse me - is this Zarvos?"<br />
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"No, it's Earth, Doctor," the stranger replied.<br />
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"Missy? What are you doing here?"<br />
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"The same thing you are, apparently..." As she spoke, the box vanished with the same noise, only to reappear nearby on level ground.<br />
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"You always pick the worst places to land."<br />
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"Yeah, yeah. Stay in the TARDIS until we know it's safe. Which it is," she replied with an amused smile. "And it's also not Zarvos. It's Earth."<br />
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"And Missy? What are you doing here?"<br />
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"Not exactly. I'm not recruiting Cybermen," Maddy replied.<br />
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"Friends with a Dalek?" The Doctor looked at her, wide-eyed. "What else weren't you going to tell me, old girl?"<br />
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"Well, if I told you it would spoil the surprise, now, wouldn't it?" Maddy said.<br />
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"Pepper pot type thing. Nasty. Full of hate," the Doctor said. "It's all they know how to do."<br />
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"Well, not all of them. You haven't met the Eternal." Maddy looked at him.<br />
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"Yeah, he's pretty cool for being a mutant in a tin can." The speaker was...<br />
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"Indeed. And this is the Lady Madrigal Baker, from Gallifrey, and her friend the Doctor."<br />
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"Not really," Maddy said, then whispered to me, "Long story. I'll explain later."<br />
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"Kilbey, we're not lost. We're on Earth," Maddy scolded. "We're actually supposed to meet my sisters here." She took out her phone - or what I guessed was a phone, anyway.<br />
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"This is Sigourney. She's the oldest next to me."<br />
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"This is Bowie..."<br />
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"No. I took this one." She looked at me. "My sister's a singer. Or she was, anyway, back on Gallifrey. I wish they'd stop saying we Patrexians never do anything useful. Isn't making others happy useful?"<br />
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"I should think so," The Doctor said. "But you know how they are back there. Nothing but logic and reason."<br />
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"And this is my youngest sister, Alcyone."<br />
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"Hello, Howard."</div>
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"Remember me? The crinkly-haired, slatternly deformed albino slut you so gleefully shamed in your stupid little tale? How much did they pay you for that one, anyway?"</div>
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"That's right." Her displeasure was evident. "Of all the idiots that idiot had to bring back, he picked you."</div>
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- Maddy's note - I've been searching for a BJD to turn into HP Lovecraft for awhile, with (obviously) no success. So I settled on a Monster High doll for now. Somewhat appropriate, no? Although if anyone had any ideas for a BJD that's not too out of scale for my crew (nothing over MSD size, please) I'd love to hear them.<br />
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