Christian fantasy literature, and commentary on assorted subjects
Now I am going to bed. See you tomorrow.
Very tired. WordPress is acting up.
I am just too tired to deal with it right now.
Have a good night all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty
I find it amazing and wonderful that there are people willing to risk danger and pain in order to rescue animals. They are doing God’s work. They deserve all the praise we can give.
From September 22, 2019
Before we look into Chapter CCCXVIII of Violet Crespuscular’s epic romance, Oy, Rodney, we have a note from the author.
“Dear Reader,” she writes, “as you know, I have acquired a pet clam named Farfel. I plan to build a new aquarium specially tailored to his needs. I wanted to show you the plan, but someone at the temple ate my template.” She pauses slyly. “Voila!” she exults. “Another crepuscularity!” Just what we needed.
Moving on, Johnno the Merry Minstrel is doing his best to become an oracle, but thanks to a careless remark by Lord Jeremy Coldsore, he insists on doing it while standing on his head. “I think it’ll work better, my lord, if I can play my harmonica while I’m doing it,” he confides in Lord Jeremy.
“By all means, my man, by all means,” replies Jeremy.
Surmounting several acute difficulties, Johnno succeeds in executing a head-stand and begins to recite an oracular pronouncement while playing his harmonica. This is not as easy as it looks.
“The vicar’s gol-darned wading pool–” he begins.
“Gol-darned?” wonders Jeremy. “What kind of word is that for an oracle?”
Distracted by the interruption, Johnno accidentally swallows his harmonica and tumbles down the stairs. Jeremy chases after him.
“Johnno! Johnno! Are you all right?”
Johnno tries to answer, but all that will come out is some rather feeble musical notes.
Meanwhile, Willis Twombley, the American adventurer, repairs to Ye Olde Shoppe of Curious Curios to buy axolotls. “I’ll take half a dozen of ’em,” he tells the proprietor, Mr. Twittle. He waves his six-shooter for emphasis. The other shoppers dive for cover.
“I’m very sorry, sir,” says Mr. Twittle, cringing, “but we’re fresh out of axolotls. Someone came in yesterday and bought them all.”
Twombley is abashed. “Who was the varmint that did that?” he demands.
“The Wise Woman of the Woods, sir! Said she wanted ’em for axolotl pudding.”
Twombley senses some dark purpose at work…
Here Ms. Crepuscular breaks for a new chapter, not yet written. “I do this to heighten the suspense,” she explains. “Toothpaste sandwich cookies, anyone? I’ve made a new batch!”
How adopting an animal changes your life forever. And for the better. Much for the better.
I was quite tired this morning, so I ended up going downtown to run what should have been a 10 minute errand in the afternoon. I usually try to go early in the day. Especially on a nice day. Especially on a Saturday. Especially in the summer. My little borough just is a people magnet. Folks seem to come from miles around just to take up all the parking spaces and mill around. I don’t know what the attraction is.
So it took me much more time than it should have.
The air conditioning really was not that effective. I hope that slow leak that they talked about a few months ago has not become a fast leak. I ended up going around and around the parking lot like the Flying Dutchman looking for a space, I couldn’t use the handicapped spots as they were both taken. So when a spot opened up I took it. It was hotter than blazes. I had on a thin nylon windbreaker which I always wear because I don’t carry a purse and it has nice deep pockets for wallet, keys, etc.. Well today it felt like a down ski 
jacket.
By the time I got home, I was really behind in what I wanted to do.
Hence, the fewer posts.
Tomorrow will be better as I don’t have to go anywhere.
That’s it for today.
Have a good night, all.
See you tomorrow.
God bless everybody.
Patty
This dog reminds me of my daughter’s dog, Boo. When my daughter and her husband found this little black kitten in Jacksonville, they brought him home. Boo, who was a rescue who had been used at least once for breeding, took over his care right away. He was her baby. In the pictures that I’ve posted, you can see him grow from a really tiny kitten to a nice big boy, However, he still gets his face washed every night before bedtime by his foster mama, Boo.
This film has some of the most affectionate cats I’ve ever seen. They just can’t get enough hugs and kisses from their humans. Cuddly as can be.
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From December 5, 2020
Every university needs a life coach, and Quokka U. is no exception. And now we’ve got one!
G’day! Byron the Quokka here, and I’d like you to meet our new life coach for staff and students alike–Dr. Horatio Fantod!
As you’ve already guessed from the picture, Dr. Fantod is a jumping spider. He had already set up shop as Rotnest Island’s premier (and only) life coach, and although nobody knows where he earned his doctorate, all his clients think very highly of him. Besides which, he works cheap.
The good thing about him is, he always gives the same advice, the same for everybody, so there are never any difficult surprises. As he puts it, “No matter how you may have messed up your life, you can always make it better with a nice, tasty leaf-hopper! Or any other kind of insect you can catch.”
The bad thing is, he’s so small and consequently has a very small voice. So before he can advise you how to fix up your life by catching insects, he has to crawl up onto your ear and sort of shout into the hole. That’s a bad thing because it tickles! And you have to be careful not to laugh or jiggle your head because then he might fall into your ear and have to climb out–and that tickles even worse. It’s happened to me.
Dr. Fantod’s counseling sessions are free of charge, so we won’t have to raise the tuition to keep him around. As long as he can come out of the rain, he’s happy. And so are we!