Mrs. Teabody Has a Restless Night
Good Morning, Gentle Reader!
Mrs. Teabody does hope you have had fine rest and feel prepared to take on the world today. Mrs. Teabody is unhappy to report that events of the past twenty-something hours have her a bit on the edge this day of rest. Perhaps a recapitulation will help sort it out.
That tragic event in Italy. Mon Dieu! Mrs. Teabody has excellent friends, Lord and Lady Hermick of Cancun, Mexico, who often cruise the Mediterranean Sea on just such a vessel, and as the terror of the event unfolded, Mrs. Teabody saw it through the eyes of those involved. Like everyone else on this wonderful planet, Mrs. Teabody has seen the moving picture about the Titanic, and when victims started drawing comparisons it was nearly too much to bear. Lord and Lady Hermick are safe, of course, but what horror for those involved. Mrs. Teabody sends her condolences.
In a somewhat lighter vein, Mrs. Teabody recently won a 7-day cruise of the Western Caribbean to four ports that Mr. and Mrs. Teabody long to visit and this good fortune had Mrs. Teabody stepping away from her tightly-held vow never to step foot on an ocean-going vessel. Mrs. Teabody suffers acute mal de mer, Gentle Reader and she has suffered it in all its most unattractive manifestations in Key Largo, the Aran Islands, the Chesapeake Bay and even a mild case during the recent twenty-minute crossing to Isla Mujeres. Yet, in spite of this tome of evidence arguing against a cruise, Mrs. Teabody was NEARLY persuaded. Nearly. Some cooler segment of the "grey matter" prevailed and at last the decision was reached to look that particular gift horse in his mouth and send him galloping on his way. Mrs. Teabody has no regrets and she hopes this is a topic she never again visits.
The Kindle situation: At Chez Teabody there are three, one for each of the Teabodys and one that is mutually shared, the "Fire" one with "The Angry Birds" and "Downton Abby." Mrs. Teabody originally purchased Patricia Cornwell's book, THE RED MIST on the Fire and later after a great deal of frustration reading a back-lit screen, she shared that archive with her newest device. (Isn't Mrs. Teabody marginally clever?) What a commotion yester-night when Mrs. Teabody became aware that both HER Kindle and the Fire had been left behind at Tickle Your Fancy. This discovery was made whilst Mr. Teabody snored gently at Lethe's Wharf. Finding her tiny miner's light, Mrs. Teabody snatched Mr. Teabody's Kindle with the knowledge that she could share the novel on his Kindle - - -which is when the problems began as when it came time to select the starting place--somewhere in Chapter 9, Mrs. Teabody mistakenly "synched to the furthest page" she had read on . . . the Fire . . . which is page 32, Chapter 1. What a trial, Gentle Reader! Mon Dieu! All that turning this on and off and searching and fretting and contending with Duchess Ming and the odious cat who were occupying far more than their fair share of the ordinarily commodious bed. The darkness. The tiny light. The animals. The snoring. The restlessness brought about by far too much caffeine. Only one avenue to explore. Padding off to the kitchen, the kettle was soon brought to boil and before you can recite "The Rape of the Lock" Mrs. Teabody had taken a nice cup of "Hush" and blissfully found sleep if only for a little while.
There is so much more to relate-- a wondrous episode involving the Duchess Ming and a mousie, but Mrs. Teabody must prepare for a much-anticipated outing with Duchess Tilly so that topic must remain un-probed for the time being. The Teabodys shall never board an ocean-going vessel. Mrs. Teabody shall have her wits about her when it comes to synching in the future. Mrs. Teabody shall never have a postprandial espresso after seven o'clock. The Teabody animals should not be given such free rein. All lessons learned. Knowledge is power, Gentle Reader-- especially when it insures a good night's sleep.
Enjoy this blissful Sunday!
Mrs. Teabody does hope you have had fine rest and feel prepared to take on the world today. Mrs. Teabody is unhappy to report that events of the past twenty-something hours have her a bit on the edge this day of rest. Perhaps a recapitulation will help sort it out.
That tragic event in Italy. Mon Dieu! Mrs. Teabody has excellent friends, Lord and Lady Hermick of Cancun, Mexico, who often cruise the Mediterranean Sea on just such a vessel, and as the terror of the event unfolded, Mrs. Teabody saw it through the eyes of those involved. Like everyone else on this wonderful planet, Mrs. Teabody has seen the moving picture about the Titanic, and when victims started drawing comparisons it was nearly too much to bear. Lord and Lady Hermick are safe, of course, but what horror for those involved. Mrs. Teabody sends her condolences.
In a somewhat lighter vein, Mrs. Teabody recently won a 7-day cruise of the Western Caribbean to four ports that Mr. and Mrs. Teabody long to visit and this good fortune had Mrs. Teabody stepping away from her tightly-held vow never to step foot on an ocean-going vessel. Mrs. Teabody suffers acute mal de mer, Gentle Reader and she has suffered it in all its most unattractive manifestations in Key Largo, the Aran Islands, the Chesapeake Bay and even a mild case during the recent twenty-minute crossing to Isla Mujeres. Yet, in spite of this tome of evidence arguing against a cruise, Mrs. Teabody was NEARLY persuaded. Nearly. Some cooler segment of the "grey matter" prevailed and at last the decision was reached to look that particular gift horse in his mouth and send him galloping on his way. Mrs. Teabody has no regrets and she hopes this is a topic she never again visits.
The Kindle situation: At Chez Teabody there are three, one for each of the Teabodys and one that is mutually shared, the "Fire" one with "The Angry Birds" and "Downton Abby." Mrs. Teabody originally purchased Patricia Cornwell's book, THE RED MIST on the Fire and later after a great deal of frustration reading a back-lit screen, she shared that archive with her newest device. (Isn't Mrs. Teabody marginally clever?) What a commotion yester-night when Mrs. Teabody became aware that both HER Kindle and the Fire had been left behind at Tickle Your Fancy. This discovery was made whilst Mr. Teabody snored gently at Lethe's Wharf. Finding her tiny miner's light, Mrs. Teabody snatched Mr. Teabody's Kindle with the knowledge that she could share the novel on his Kindle - - -which is when the problems began as when it came time to select the starting place--somewhere in Chapter 9, Mrs. Teabody mistakenly "synched to the furthest page" she had read on . . . the Fire . . . which is page 32, Chapter 1. What a trial, Gentle Reader! Mon Dieu! All that turning this on and off and searching and fretting and contending with Duchess Ming and the odious cat who were occupying far more than their fair share of the ordinarily commodious bed. The darkness. The tiny light. The animals. The snoring. The restlessness brought about by far too much caffeine. Only one avenue to explore. Padding off to the kitchen, the kettle was soon brought to boil and before you can recite "The Rape of the Lock" Mrs. Teabody had taken a nice cup of "Hush" and blissfully found sleep if only for a little while.
Enjoy this blissful Sunday!
This rather uncouth and poorly read "Gentle Reader" is oft set to ponder which of Mrs. T's clever well-turned phrases are of her own device and which are more commonly well-known idioms to the more genteel of her readers?
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