In which - Happy Gotcha Day!

 

Happy Gotcha Day to Fawn, who arrived ten years ago today!

Her debut photo!

And a couple from yesterday

I still love this girl. 

Happy Gotcha Day!

In which - Happy 2024?

 Beth: Hawthorne! What are you doing? Don't push my stuff off the printer! Leave Aziraphale and Crowley alone.

Hawthorne: They're in the way.

Beth: In the way for *what?* What do you think you're doing?

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.

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. 

Hawthorne: How am I supposed to get a tan, then?

Beth: You're not.  Now off my printer. Off off off....

Hawthorne, grumbling: She doesn't have to be such a stupid bitch about it...

Lily: Okay, one - language. Two - I told you to leave that alone and three - freaking get dressed, okay? No one wants to see that!

'Pixies! Right, Spot?"

Fawn: But you're a pixie.

Lily: Yeah, but that doesn't mean I have to like them. Or all of them, anyway. And what are you guys doing?

Lenore: Looking for a cage for Hawthorne.

Fawn: We are *not.* Not yet, anyway. 

Lily: Restraints and a ball gag, then?

Fawn: Again, not yet.

Beth, from the kitchen washing dishes: Don't give me ideas...

Me (Caroline): she doesn't need to. I've seen the kind of fanfiction you read. 

Beth: Hey!

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.

Fawn: Was that back at the Academy?

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. 

Lily: Yeah, well, your average rock is smarter than Hawthorne, so...

Fawn: Lily, be nice. 

Hawthorne: I wish she'd move her stupid garbage off this thing. And turn the heat up! It's freezing in here!

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?

Yeah, anyway, Happy New Year - more or less.....

In Which it's New Year's Eve 2023

 

...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. 

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. 

Speaking of learning stuff....

Lenore: I thought it was supposed to be sunny today.

Fawn: It was. *Supposed* to be. When was the sun out last, anyway?

Lenore: Christmas day....

Fawn: What were you asking Jamie about?

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. 

Fawn: Jamie isn't that old!

Lenore: No, but he's older than we are. And did you find the website?

Fawn: Right here. Archive of Our Own. That's the one Beth was talking about. 

Lenore: So where's this story?

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.

Lenore: It looks okay to me.

Fawn: No, the story isn't badly written. The book he's reading is badly written. and they wrote a bunch of excerpts. 

Lenore: Like the one Miss Beth wrote where one of the characters was reading that really awful romance novel?

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..."

Lenore: I hope he brought a change of clothes or that's not gonna be a fun commute home from work...

Fawn: I'm sure he thought of that somewhere along the line. He did plan this, you know."

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..."

Lenore: Told you he didn't think it through.

Fawn: Well, I guess he could have worn a garbage bag. But that still would have been embarrassing.

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. 

Fawn: Yeah, he *really* should have thought that through. 

(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.)

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. 

Meanwhile, back in the living room....

Maddy: Okay, these things are weird. What are they again?

Hawthorne: Cool! A ball pit! COWABUNGA!!!!

Maddy: Hawthorne, wait up! This isn't a....

*SPLAT*

Maddy: I tried to tell you....

Barbie: Oh for the love of - Hawthorne, are you okay!?

Hawthorne: I thought it was a ball pit!

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.

And no. I have no idea what Beth was planning to do with those Orbeez, but pixie ball pit probably wasn't it....

Anyway, Happy New Year!

In Which Lenore is Today's Guest Blogger

 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. 

Hi. I'm Lenore.

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. 

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. 

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.  

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. 

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. 

In Which I Think the Groundhog Missed the Long-Range Forecast.....

 

See what I mean? It's February and we have crocuses. 

 

Last year was - this. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

Today, however, is a very non-manic Monday. 

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?

Celine: "We do have a noise like that."

Me: Really? What does it sound like?"

Celine: "Like this - THERE ARE BEES HERE, LET;' LEAVE IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!"

Okay, that was not one of my finest moments......

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. 

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. 

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......

Bonus pic....

In which not a whole heck of a lot is actually happening......

 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

Meanwhile....

Celine: "Is that a plane?"

Lenore: "I think it's a really big bird. Like bald eagle kind of big."

Celine: "We have bald eagles here?"

Lenore: "Miss Caroline said she and Mister John have seen them down near that little airport. Near the Hudson River."

Celine: "Zephyr said that one of the other dolls told her that birds are actually government drones. But that doesn't sound right."

Lenore: "Who?"

Celine: "I think she said Tori...."

Lenore: "Miss Tori also thinks the earth is flat. Kind of like her head."

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?"

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?."

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."

:Lenore: "But you're an angel like he is. You can miracle things."

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."

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."

Celine: "What else were you thinking?"

Lenore: "That maybe that new doll your mother was talking about gets here soon?"

Celine: "I hope so. But I don't think it would be a good idea to miracle that."

"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?"

Celine looked at Lenore. "I warned him that next time he should pick up his phone or my dad was going to do that."

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."

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..."

Lenore: "But it all worked out. In the end."

Bonus pics:

Yours truly.....

Lenore....

Lenore again....

Maddy, Celine, Emmie and myself.....

Fawn....

And Celine.....

And yes, we're awaiting the arrival of a *really* big guy from Island Doll.....