4077 Bouncy Castle

I mean Corydon. Out in the country. ~God, please don’t strike me dead, I still have a dual passport as a City Gal.~

It may be because I just watched a rerun of M*A*S*H, but I saw this flu-shot clinic set up in the hospital parking lot and Suicide Is Painless (aka the theme from M*A*S*H) ran through what passes for my brain. Truth be told, I enjoyed Richard Hooker’s MASH novels (on which the movie and series were based) more than I did the movie or the series. Different animals, all three of them, actually. Hooker continued to write his novels as the series went down a different leg of the trousers of time (to quote Terry Pratchett). Anyway, la-la-la along with me courtesy of Best Care Anywhere.

And, even better, get a gander at this, taken of my back porch. Those ghastly rotting spheres are black walnuts from our trees, drying for the winter. The bright red plant is a blueberry bush. I’m like–Woah! I live where food comes from!

Dessert on the Hoof

Now, if you’ll excuse me, Mom and I are scheduled to spend the day touring the town where we live. We’re just taking the day to stroll around downtown and poke into the shops that have opened since the last time we “frogged around town”, as Mom says they say in Corning, New York.

WRITING PROMPT: Have a song bring back a time/attitude/place–a whole host of associations–to a character.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “4077 Bouncy Castle

  1. Gwen Mayo

    October 6, 2011 at 9:36am

    Marion, those walnut husks make a lovely wood stain. You shouldn’t be so hard on them just because they make a mess of everything they touch. Are you going to be making black walnut fudge with the nuts?

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      Marian Allen

      October 6, 2011 at 2:48pm

      Gwen yeah, walnut husks will stain anything going. 🙂 Most likely by the time Charlie gets through picking the nut fragments out of the shattered shells (black walnuts are buggers to crack) we’ll give little jars or bags of them to his two brothers and three sisters and a couple of his friends. If there are any left over for us he would probably just as soon eat them plain. Fudge sounds good to ME, but he’s a purist. 🙂

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      Marian Allen

      October 6, 2011 at 2:50pm

      ~takes a bow~ Glad you enjoyed it. You should have seen me stretched out with my feet in the kitchen and my head on the porch, getting that low-angle shot. And the noises I made as I wrestled Old Man Gravity and got to my feet were pretty funny, too.

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  2. Mala

    October 12, 2011 at 11:16am

    Hi Marian, I really like your blog post here, your an adventurous person.

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