All posts for the day December 1st, 2012

Saturday Evening Post

It has been an überbusy week. With the big Frazier fir, Russian tea and sugar cookies, it is beginning to smell like Christmas, even with the air conditioner blowing. Clyde has a new host of questions. Grab a cuppa and snuggle into a rocker. Let’s talk.

Hot Flash!

The ancient adding machine sounded like it was chewing the paper. She mashed the buttons desperately. The second it was quiet, she ripped the tape. She compulsively folded it into eighths and ran.