Over the years, I’ve done all manner of holiday decorating. When I was little, we always went out and bought a “live” (meaning dead) tree. We decorated it with fat lights and glass ornaments. Later, Mom and I had a small, artificial tree. Sometimes we…
The holidays are over, and I’ve finally gotten back to edit-listening to the audiobook-in-production of A Dead Guy At The Summerhouse. Here’s part of what I listened to yesterday. The narrator is Mitch Franklin, 17-year-old orphan, hired to tend wealthy eccentric Amelia Hardesty’s two Pekingese…
Amidala speaking. First, MaMA took me to the vet AGAIN. I’ve been scratching, and Youngest Grandson’s young eyes spotted a flea on me. MaMA was worried that I might have ingested a flea infected with something, so she took me — and a Certain Sample…
