Veterans Day

Each year someone from The Village Press came to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to interview the oldest living veteran.  This year the editor himself came to ask the tough questions.  the Face of Everyman tried to insist that he was really a non-combatant; more of an observer really.  The Editor pressed him ever harder; but “E” deflected such questions about being used as a cannon ball by Napoleon’s cannoneers.  He would admit, however, to trying to enlist during the Pig War of 1859; but the editor had stopped taking notes.  Ultimately the paper ran a small photo with the caption:  Four billion year old veteran exhibits signs of memory loss.

401K

Cheeky wasn’t sure that any savings plan was right for him.  The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a bank of questionable repute run by the Concierge from his desk in the lobby.  Vague rules and posted signs that read, “Free Checking 20% off” were troubling to a thrifty saver.  Seen above is young Cheeky heeding the advice of the Face of Everyman that he “squirrel away” a little bit each day.  Those Cabana Huts hold a remarkable amount of nuts.

Maintenance

Today the Blog takes viewers behind the scenes at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Seen above is the Face of Everyman undergoing our famous Euro-scrub.  New and exciting posts are expected to resume once the quarterly maintenance procedures have been completed.

Pandora

Pandora removed her Life Alert pager before she entered the water for her hydrotherapy.  YIKES!  the Face of Everyman summoned the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa First Responders.  “P” was checked out and released to her Adult Care Day custodians.

Ice Fishing

Temperatures were dropping rapidly at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  Thick ice was expected to form on the pool before sundown.  Larchmont was disappointed when he saw that catering crews were setting up for moonlight ice skating and hot chocolate service.  This could have been a great opportunity for ice fishing.  the Face of Everyman commiserated with his little friend.  Of course, it would be nice if Larchmont was able to spear a lake sturgeon and shared the roe.  Caviar on toast points remained a childhood comfort food of the venerable sage.

Alarm signal

It was Sequoyah who first sensed the Hawk.  His alarm signal was the loudest ever recorded at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman likened it to the roar of Mt. Krakatoa in 1883. The sound of that eruption carried 2,500 miles.  Locals and guests alike scattered to the relative safety of thick brush.  Cheeky, the Squirrel, was in an exposed position and wisely froze in place until the “All Clear” klaxon sounded.  Later, everyone wanted to relate his own firsthand account, ad nauseam, of those frighting moments.

Reproach

Almost unnoticed Tula, the manor house cat reverted to type.  Seen above in security camera footage she strikes the pose of a natural born hunter.  The venerable sage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa gave her a look of reproach; pointing out that she was still highly visible.

Drowsy

Little Somnoroase was at that awkward stage; somewhere between a fledgling and a juvenile.  He had spent the day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa eating from feeders brimming with his favorite seeds. Sleep came easily to this youngster with a full belly.  Twice he was observed asleep in a feeder.  As seen above,  the Face of Everyman, has schooched over in the event “S” topples into the water.

Kallax

More than anything Kallax wanted to be an Action Hero.  He was always prepared to create an improvised cape, his head poking thru a hole in a paper napkin; and spring into action. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had an unusual surplus of dreamers.  the Face of Everyman knew from that moment that Kal’s mother had named him after a popular Ikea bookcase and storage unit; his future was irrevocably cast in stone.