Mrs. Teabody Gets Distracted

Bundled up this brisk January morning, Gentle Reader? Some sort of "clipper" is passing through on its way north to making others even more miserable, but it appears this little segment of the civilized world has been spared the  wrath of winter once again and Mrs. Teabody is thankful for it. Mrs. Teabody no longer adores snow in the way she once did. No more sleigh rides for Mrs. Teabody! Once every three or four years with the proper snow, Mrs. Teabody will still bundle up against the elements and set about the art of snowman making, and she has recollections of pleasant perambulations with Mr. Teabody and the Duchess Ming though a winter's wonderland, but all things considered, Mrs. Teabody has very little use for snow and not one dot of affection for ice. Not one. Darkness surrounds Chez Teabody just now and Mrs. Teabody enjoys a nice cuppa. "Bon Jour" is this morning's chosen tea and it is aptly named.

Mrs. Teabody has been distracted  recently by the arrival of two new books by two favored writers. The first is RED MIST, a Kay Scarpetta "thriller" and the second is a new book by Elizabeth George. Mrs. Teabody believes it is called BELIEVING THE LIE. Gentle Reader, Mrs. Teabody hopes you, Gentle Reader, have discovered an author whose work you adore. Such a wonderful way to occupy a January evening, reading.

A most unfortunate development regarding "The Angry Bids" game is that Mrs. Teabody had misunderstood the point of the game. According to Mr. Teabody (who DOES know MOST THINGS), the point of the game is NOT to catapult the birds OVER the piggies. The point of the game is to destroy the piggies. Mon Dieu!  A cruel game, indeed, Gentle Reader as Mrs. Teabody has never experienced any animosity between birds and piggies whatsoever. Mrs. Teabody wonders about the sensibilities of the person who INVENTED the game. On a lighter note, at the end of commerce today at Tickle Your Fancy, Mr. and Mrs. Teabody shall set out with Lady Doyle and Duchess H for an evening  of scintillating revel. Mrs. Teabody looks forward to it.


Mrs. Teabody HALF expected to wake up to a world shrouded in ice this morning because of the weatherman's dire predictions. The second half of Mrs. Teabody's expectation was that  all would be well, and the storm would be far less fuss than predicted. Equanimity is a most desirable state of mind in January and in every month. Bundle up, Gentle Reader: prepare for the worst but always expect the best. And never go too long without a nice hot cuppa! Ta for now!

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  1. Ken KeebaughFebruary 10, 2012 at 9:15 PM

    This Gentle Reader's philosophy is "Expect the worst; hope for the best; and take what you get." Actually, when one expects the worst, one is prepared when it happens and elated when it doesn't.

    During his formative years, this Gentle Reader was literally "collateral damage" when he was inadvertantly juxtapositioned between the angry birds and piggies in their eternal efforts at hit and miss. For you see, Mrs. T., this oldster was, at one, time a youngster accompamying his pere (I do not know how to italicisize [nor spell and the dictionary is oh so far away] foreigh text) to the pigpen for daily feeding ..."slop the hogs" in the venacular. As fate would have it on that particular day, this youngster failed to don his tam and was in the crosshairs of one of the many winged assassins who inhabited the adjacent barn. Needless to say, mon pere found great amusement in the splattering of grey matter upon the tete of this little tow-head, much to the consternation of said recipiant of said splattering.

    On a more serious vein, this reader has found abundant enjoyment and edification in the well researched scrawlings of one James Mishner (sic) in particular "The Source" (again, no knowledge of the technology required to underline book titles).

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