Mrs. Teabody Stays Close to Home
Good Morning, Gentle Reader!
Mrs. Teabody so hopes you spent some time last night enjoying the spectacular Wolf Moon. According to Mr. Wikipedia, Native Americans gave each full moon a name."The Wolf Moon is the name given by Native Americans to a full moon that occurs in January. Native Americans chose this name because they heard hungry wolf packs howl outside the villages. This full moon is also known as the Old Moon or the Moon After Yule. Full Moon names date back to Native Americans of what is now the northern and eastern United States. The tribes kept track of the seasons by giving distinctive names to each recurring full moon. Their names were applied to the entire month in which each occurred. There was some variation in the moon names, but in general, the same ones were current throughout the Algonquian tribes from New England to Lake Superior. European settlers followed that custom and created some of their own names. Since the lunar month is roughly 29.5 days long on the average, the full moon dates shift from year to year." Isn't Mr. Wikipedia clever?
The entire south west wall of Chez Teabody was flooded with light--as Mr. David Bowie calls it, "serious moonlight" throughout the night . Lovely.
During the thirty-five years Mrs. Teabody was in bondage to the public school system, Monday always arrived trimmed in dread, but life post-school is ever so much more pleasant. Particularly Monday. Monday is a day when Tickle Your Fancy is closed. Yes, Gentle Reader, Monday IS cleaning day and Mrs. Teabody must take the risk of sullying some beloved garment as she wields feather duster and polishing cloth, but listening to the foolish chatter of political "hopefuls"whilst doing so is always amusing and the only one holding a whip and/or timepiece to Mrs. Teabody's efforts is none other than Mrs. Teabody herself, a person Mrs. Teabody has come to appreciate, Gentle Readers.
But Mrs. Teabody digresses. Buoyed by the excitement of visiting Crampton Manor B&B on Sunday and learning what a fine local establishment it is, Mrs. Teabody had decided she would visit a few other local businesses. She was especially eager to have some trade with the folks at Better Days Animal League, which occupies the building which once housed Oliver Oil. What a happy place! Read about the good work they do here:
http://www.betterdaysanimalleague.org/
Whatever you do, Gentle Reader, treat this charity with the respect it deserves. There are wonderfully kind people working there and they were so helpful as Mrs. Teabody chose a pair of lamps and a bookshelf to add to TYF. Prior to her visit, Mrs. Teabody had determined to order these two items online, new, but she is very glad to be repurposing and happy that her money will go towards such a fine effort.
Next in line was Antietam Iron Works. You may learn about their amazing craftsmanship here:
http://www.antietamironworks.com/
Also, there are examples of their artistry all around the town, and each one is unique. Mrs. Teabody's landlord is permitting the addition of a front door railing to TYF, and Mrs. Teabody is chuffed that neighbor James shall create it.
Last but in no ways least, Mrs. Teabody paid a visit to Lincoln Way Market where Mr. Wayne Strait, butcher extraordinaire, holds sway. This is truly a family endeavor, and one will not find better meats and cheeses anywhere. Mr. Strait should have some sort of medal for the sausages he makes. Suffering from only a modicum of wordplay, Mrs. Teabody emerged smiling onto the thoroughfare holding a packet containing the inspiration for a week of meals at Chez Teabody.
As Mrs. Teabody approached her motorcar, she took a moment to look around this segment of Lincoln Way and all the hopeful businesses under her gaze. There are so many more to visit and discuss. Mrs. Teabody encourages you, Gentle Reader, to look close to home first when it is time to purchase anything or buy some service. Where will local communities be if everyone swans off to another shire or colony without seeing what their own village has to offer? Consider it carefully, please do Gentle Reader.
Mrs. Teabody so hopes you spent some time last night enjoying the spectacular Wolf Moon. According to Mr. Wikipedia, Native Americans gave each full moon a name."The Wolf Moon is the name given by Native Americans to a full moon that occurs in January. Native Americans chose this name because they heard hungry wolf packs howl outside the villages. This full moon is also known as the Old Moon or the Moon After Yule. Full Moon names date back to Native Americans of what is now the northern and eastern United States. The tribes kept track of the seasons by giving distinctive names to each recurring full moon. Their names were applied to the entire month in which each occurred. There was some variation in the moon names, but in general, the same ones were current throughout the Algonquian tribes from New England to Lake Superior. European settlers followed that custom and created some of their own names. Since the lunar month is roughly 29.5 days long on the average, the full moon dates shift from year to year." Isn't Mr. Wikipedia clever?
The entire south west wall of Chez Teabody was flooded with light--as Mr. David Bowie calls it, "serious moonlight" throughout the night . Lovely.
During the thirty-five years Mrs. Teabody was in bondage to the public school system, Monday always arrived trimmed in dread, but life post-school is ever so much more pleasant. Particularly Monday. Monday is a day when Tickle Your Fancy is closed. Yes, Gentle Reader, Monday IS cleaning day and Mrs. Teabody must take the risk of sullying some beloved garment as she wields feather duster and polishing cloth, but listening to the foolish chatter of political "hopefuls"whilst doing so is always amusing and the only one holding a whip and/or timepiece to Mrs. Teabody's efforts is none other than Mrs. Teabody herself, a person Mrs. Teabody has come to appreciate, Gentle Readers.
But Mrs. Teabody digresses. Buoyed by the excitement of visiting Crampton Manor B&B on Sunday and learning what a fine local establishment it is, Mrs. Teabody had decided she would visit a few other local businesses. She was especially eager to have some trade with the folks at Better Days Animal League, which occupies the building which once housed Oliver Oil. What a happy place! Read about the good work they do here:
http://www.betterdaysanimalleague.org/
Whatever you do, Gentle Reader, treat this charity with the respect it deserves. There are wonderfully kind people working there and they were so helpful as Mrs. Teabody chose a pair of lamps and a bookshelf to add to TYF. Prior to her visit, Mrs. Teabody had determined to order these two items online, new, but she is very glad to be repurposing and happy that her money will go towards such a fine effort.
Next in line was Antietam Iron Works. You may learn about their amazing craftsmanship here:
http://www.antietamironworks.com/
Also, there are examples of their artistry all around the town, and each one is unique. Mrs. Teabody's landlord is permitting the addition of a front door railing to TYF, and Mrs. Teabody is chuffed that neighbor James shall create it.
As Mrs. Teabody approached her motorcar, she took a moment to look around this segment of Lincoln Way and all the hopeful businesses under her gaze. There are so many more to visit and discuss. Mrs. Teabody encourages you, Gentle Reader, to look close to home first when it is time to purchase anything or buy some service. Where will local communities be if everyone swans off to another shire or colony without seeing what their own village has to offer? Consider it carefully, please do Gentle Reader.
From her vantage point, Mrs. Teabody can see her beloved mountain range forming a level deep blue horizon. Below it the valley comes to life in a fine shroud of smoke from chimneys in homes where families rise to greet the new day. And the morning? A promise. Clear, crisp, serene and growing ever more radiant. Do not waste one minute of it, Gentle Reader. Not even one.
This rather ungenteel Gentle Reader is unslothen to no small degree to which he has concluded his endevors at exchanging witicisms with Mrs. T. requires frequent leafings through a dictionary that is wont at hand. Therefore, being of economy of effort, this undisciplined writer shall no longer persist in presenting himself as an embarassment by posting such "erroronious" blogs.
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