It was new product demonstration day at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The randomly chosen members of the focus group were anything but focused. the Face of Everyman tried desperately to capture their attention; but alas their thoughts wandered. The venerable sage wondered why he even bothered to invent stuff like: unbreakable shoe laces and ever-sharp steak knives. No body seemed to give a damn.
Pasco wasn’t sure what to do or say. The RV was all gassed up and ready for that long road trip following retirement and Ethel brings home nesting material. the face of Everyman offered to care for the feather while Ethel was gone. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a special dry storage unit. The staff at the Memory Care Unit were against the trip but relented when her Meds seemed to be working.
It was to be a simple class photo but nothing went right. No one wanted to line up and face the camera. The twins thought that they should be in front. The Montetorkie School at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was for the gifted children of long term residents; which meant two broods or more in the same calendar year. the Face of Everyman tried to keep it all straight but his data base crashed during last weeks lightning storm. The copy in the Cloud was spotty.
Mullard was so unhappy being sober and married that he took up Tibetan Throat Singing. All of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa kept their distance. If singing didn’t end his marriage then he would borrow a didgeridoo from the Face of Everyman.
A few paid mourners showed up for little Sparky’s memorial at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Mostly they came for the tri-tip BBQ and green bean salad. the Face of Everyman uttered a few well chosen words and gave a brief recounting of the horrific moment that the Crow had unceremoniously dropped Sparky on the venerable sage’s face. For his services Everyman took a few coins from the Widow’s and Orphan’s Slush Fund. So ended another day in Paradise.