Tag: weekly story

1.33 A Fox, A Goose and a Sack of Wheat

Seriously, my feet have not crossed the threshold of a garden shed in over twenty-ish years, and now I am sitting in my second in under a week.  My Uncle would be proud. While I can make an exception for Beatrice’s, I’d renamed it…

1.32 Whiplash

Piling the leftovers back into the box (we made quite a dent, and to my supreme joy – I would have hom bow for breakfast!). Unfortunately, our cleanup gave Wood the opening he needed for his own investigations… Wood (indignation coloring his tone): “Morticia! You…

1.31 Moving, Maps and Bad News

After nosing thru the dredges of the take-out boxes, hoping against hope I would find neglected pork filled hom bow amongst them, I remembered my earlier research. I waited until Sarah finished her rant on why she firmly believed no one under the age…

1.30 Takeaway

(Teriyaki Salmon, Miso and California Rolls were the first items we unpacked! So Good!) Recalling my initial reaction to Sunny Valley Farm, I decided to wait until I got home before calling Sarah. Crashing the Princess due to distracted driving (i.e., Little Ben drives…

Daily Harvest Coverage

Cookies!

The Pumpkin Spice Crinkle Cookies I originally brought for Mrs. Schmit….so yummy!

1.29 Extra! Extra!

The next stop on my about town list – the Rye Public Library.  The lair of Mrs. Schmit.  The Librarian’s librarian. The supreme commander of the Reference Desk. No fact, book or bibliography reference resides in obscurity when she needs to locate it. She…