Picture Story from Two of Us

Today's Link
The wonderful Blog of Oz

Saying for the Day
Do not condemn the judgment of another because it differs from your own. You may both be wrong. ~Dandemis

Picture of the Day
Another Cornish Great Aunt and Uncle Long Ago

A Picture Story from Jeff's Portrait of Words

Please note this is a story with two writers. Betty and I took turns adding lines to the story. The rules prevented us from discussing where we wanted the story to go but this is the final result.

Sandy Shore did not want to go to England,so she grumbled as she threw her wardrobe into the suitcase. But her psychologist had told her that it might get rid of her penguin and she would do anything for that to happen. She badly wanted to go to Washington DC to see Obama become president. Of course, Obama would have enough problems without her sicking the penguin on him and so here she was on the plane.
Landing though she was not sure that seeing the Changing of the Guard would any any way get rid of her penguin, still she went to see the changing of the Guard.
She expected to see the penguin sitting on top of a Guard's head but it didn't happen.Where should she go next,maybe the Tower of London or a family cemetery plot?
Her great Uncle was buried behind a little Anglican Church just two blocks south of the Palace and she had always wanted to visit the plot.
Her visit reminded her that she did have relatives living here and that a visit to them may give her some insight into her problems. So she rang up her second cousin Ruth and her Husband James and asked them to meet her at the Museum next to the old time street display.

The museum had a golden carousel, which when it entertained was carried by horses. It was then that she saw on one of the wooden horses the stupid penguin wearing a cowboy hat.
"aghhhhhhhh,"she growled quietly, this isn't the USA it is England and that is not the proper hat, maybe a bowler.
Then the carousel started to revolve which Sandy knew was not possible because it needed to be pulled by live horses to revolve. Was the unknown power from the penguin?
Just at that moment her cell phone rang it was Ruth asking to meet at the Mock Up of the Church Street Post Office instead of the horse and cab. Sandy quickly left and went to the Church Street Post Office where she saw Ruth and Jim.
They were older than she expected, much older, or at least they looked older. They were pleasant, but they were engaged in mailing a letter to someone, causing them to be a little edgy with each other.
She looked like the kind of little old lady that had one or two of those beautiful English flower bushes growing in the back yard. Would these appearing to be sane individuals have any knowledge of super natural penguins? Ruth looked at her and said your the spitting image of great Aunt Rose, the one with the Gypsy Curse.
"The Gypsy Curse?" asked Sandy.
"You know" Ruth said, " She insulted a gypsy Prince and was cursed with a penguin for her life and in the life of one of each following generation."
Sandy opened her mouth to ask a question, but then closed it, reconsidering the question. At least she would have something to consider on the flight home.

News from Pigeon Falls

The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
Pastor Joan spent yesterday afternoon in her office at the Church. She had two appointments. Herman was taking care of Oops and who knows what they were building. In between appointments she was going back over the sudden change in the Social Worker. It had to have been something that Oops did but she hadn’t seen anything. She hadn’t waved her hand or said anything except the usual Oops but something changed that Social Worker’s mind. Not that she wasn’t happy. She was but she was also confused.
In addition to wondering about how much power Oops has Pastor Joan was worried about her finances. Oops was draining away what little extra money they had. Both she and her husband were still paying off student loans and were stretched pretty tight to begin with. Now with the down turn in the economy her husband was getting fewer consulting jobs and having to drive farther to get them. She had to pay Herman and Oops was a bottomless pit when it came to food. She also wanted to get Oops some nice clothes that didn’t come from St. Vincent De Paul. God will provide she said to herself over and over.
Petrovich has decided that tomorrow he will publish what he has of the driblet. It will be missing the end but people are entitled to know what is coming. Some may want to leave.

Wrap UP

The temperature got up to twenty today and it didn't snow. In the morning I worked on questions for the three interviews I promised to give. Writing questions is worse than writing stories. In the afternoon we opened up my new bread maker and made a loaf of bread. It was not as good as the last loaf I made in the old one. But , perhaps, it will get better as we learn just how to use it. Then I watched some old NCIS. After that I visited some of my links. Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA

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