Mrs. Teabody Greets the Day

   Turtles in search of a home. They were spotted first in a retail establishment in Selinsgrove by a Fulton Countian, Donna House , who found room in her heart for the six fuzzy, lovable turtles and brought them home. Jealousy quickly raised its unattractive head in the body of Mr. Tom, the resident feline favorite at Donna's house, and she found she must quickly find the squishy group suitable and loving homes. That is when she contacted me, Mrs. Teabody. I was immediately struck by their likeness to the turtle appearing in all our ads for Cocoa Crawl 2021. "Can you help me find homes for them?" she pleaded. "Good homes." An idea began to form in my head. What if we made these delightful creatures a part of the upcoming Cocoa Crawl? What if the six fuzzy reptiles became part of a hunt? "That's it!" I shrieked. "We shall hold a Great Turtle Hunt knowing that those people  who search the hardest will actually WANT to provide homes for the lit

My husband has been sick for three days. In these Covid-covered times, our first thought when he woke with a horribly painful headache was he had been one of the unlucky, double-vaccinated buggers with a breakthrough case. A few phone calls let us know it was no longer possible to just “go for a test” but a third call to a community health center where he had been a patient resulted in a quick drive there at an appointed time less than an hour later. He was to phone a certain number to announce his arrival (which he did) and the health care person came to the passenger side of the car—that's how miserable he was feeling - - I was driving. She explained the drill—how deeply she'd go into each nostril, how it would burn/sting and in less than a minute she'd done as predicted and he was uncomfortably sniffing to settle the burn deep in each nostril. She said she'd return in 20 minutes. We propped open both car doors for air. Watched a young man emerge from behind a door ma

It's March. Again. The second Thursday. Again. I know as well as I know my name that you are just as eager as I am to greet this nascent spring which buckles in a whole year's worth of experiences, both good and bad, liberating and confining, idle and productive, fearful and hopeful -- and when you look at twelve months in those terms, isn't that true of EVERY year? Needless to say, this was such a year but let's add that it was definitely amped up on a buckshot melange of psychotropic drugs coated in a shell of cynicism.  One for the books. Most folks can recall that point in time when their minds first gave credence to the idea that something extraordinary was going on in the world and that point happened to me around 4:00 P.M. on Thursday evening, March 12, 2020-- exactly one year ago today. Mr. Teabody and I had planned to meet my sister at a downtown bank parking lot to drive to Shippensburg to watch our great - -in so many ways! -- nephew Noah perform in his h