Doomsday

Saying for the day- Live today as if tomorrow won't come because today is really all you have.

Today I have to decide what happens to Pigeon Falls.
To be honest with you I still haven’t made up my mind.
So I have prepared three different entries for tomorrow.

In one Pigeon Falls is gone, forever.

In another I cop out and leave Pigeon Falls in limbo.

In the third we are back to business as usual.

As to the first I am leaning toward the ending where everybody gets turned to stone although the town falling into the mine wouldn’t be a bad way to go.
I could combine them and have the government experiment turn them to stone and then the extra weight causes them to drop into the mine.

Of course last spring Pigeon Falls as a mystical , magical town came out of the fog.
I could send it back into the fog which would mean that it could come back at some future date.
In effect I could put off deciding.
You will note I am leaving the door open for that possibility in today’s entry.

Finally I could just keep writing the story of the very normal little town of Pigeon Falls.

Last year I had no trouble putting it on hold till the spring.
But last year I didn’t have people saying save the town.
Even my good friend Ralph sent me an e-mail saying please don’t destroy Pigeon Falls.

I will spend the day weighing the options and you will find out what I decided tomorrow.

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News from Pigeon Falls– The little town in my garage where trains still run , at least until tomorrow– Tommy, the undertaker’s kid got up early this morning. It was almost like Christmas. He looked out the window and the town seemed to still be there. There was an erie blue mist coming up out of the swamp but otherwise everything seemed normal enough. He dressed quickly and took his big red wagon and went down to the railroad station. He watched the milk train come in. There was no freight and no passengers. He counted the light polls and they were all there. It was December 15 and so far nothing had changed.
Yesterday the two big parties had taken place. Petrovich’s Doomsday party had turned into a a drunken brawl which spilled out into the street. At that point the dragon made its appearance and scared them sober. It flew low and even singed the cap of one of the drinkers. The poor guy was sure the end had come.
The other party was a real joy. People laughed, played games, made Yule logs. They had a great pot luck feast. There was even talk of an annual “ Embrace the Future Party”. Just as it was breaking up they heard the commotion down the street and came out in time to see the dragon buzzing the Fly Inn crowd. In all the commotion nobody noticed where the dragon went.It was an exciting evening.
Now the town waits for tomorrow . Will it come. Will we ever know the secret of the dragon or the White Rabbit. Will Nancy really sell coffee for $.24 a cup on the 16th. Will Mrs. Trumble save the railroad? Does Mrs. Trumble have some deep dark secret? Is she really Tommy’s mother’s birth mother or Tommy’s long lost grandmother. Is Tommy really the undertaker’s kid? Will Erica leave Jack ( Woops that’s “ All My Children not Pigeon Falls). Will Eino ever know about the stone man in his basement? And what is that strange blue mist? These and other questions that make about as much sense may never be answered if Petrovich is right.
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I spent the morning making and addressing Christmas cards. Wednesday's prize winner hasn't picked her prizes yet so I have held off on the next drawing. In the afternoon we went to see my grandson in his "Holiday" concert. The school inserted new words into we wish you a Merry Christmas so as to cover all celebrations. They were taking no chances on getting in trouble with the ACLU. Yet they ended the concert with Joy to The World just as it would be sung in Church. My grandson , by the way, sang great. Then we went out and ate. Coming back when wqe were 1/2 mile from our exit we were forced off of the highway early and we have no idea why. There were police cars and firetrucks all over the place. We found our way home. So now my grandkids are here and the dog. I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA