Even the Face of Everyman was pleased when the kindle ol’ pensioner actually installed the stock tank heater for the Winter season at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Of course, it would be turned off when the ice rink parties and Olympic tryouts were being held. There was a lot of activity on Facebook about uniforms, flags and appropriate anthems. The venerable sage was confident that “clean” urine samples would not be a problem.
Minion was appointed to look into the matter of the lack of heated pool water at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman claimed no responsibility in the matter and in fact professed that he looked statesman like with thin rim of ice around his waist. The venerable sage made a mental note to take the stock tank heater out of storage and plug it in before nightfall. Right now a nice hot mug of Mulled Cider sounded good.
Little Audrey was lodging a formal complaint with the Face of Everyman. She had learned that squirrels were not part of the Audubon Christmas Bird Count. She tried to explain how she felt about being left out of the big picture. The venerable sage chose his words carefully and tried to put a happy face on the concept that a count of more birds suggested a better and healthier ecosystem while on the other hand an increase in rodents suggested a dearth of Coyotes and Owls. She left feeling safer and somewhat mollified but reserved judgement for now. All of the feathered folks within the fictitious zip code of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa eagerly awaited the annual census.
Attendance was spotty at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Astronomy Club nevertheless the Face of Everyman forged ahead with his presentation on the Supermoon due tomorrow. Sensing that he was losing the attention of his lone attendee; the venerable sage hinted, in a voice suggesting intrigue, that next month his talk would be on Blue Moons.
In a calculated passive aggressive power play the raccoons refused to to spin the Face of Everyman. The venerable sage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had hoped to be twisted about and thus be able to absorb the bright morning sunlight for his right eye to treat his chronic seasonal affective disorder. His light therapy box is still on back order.
The Avian Food Bank at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had a liberal policy of sharing the bounty with all. Somehow the squirrels displayed entitlement that was without decorum. the Face of Everyman was reluctant to say anything as he held both parties in disdain.
The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Poker Club has finished another weekly all-nighter. the Face of Everyman receives a small portion of each pot. His “Comped” breakfasts are legend among professional gamblers. As you can see; membership is limited and each attendee must wear formal attire.
The few hours of sunlight that fell on this remote corner of the Pacific Flyway were the root cause of many reported cases of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). Hardest hit at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was the venerable sage himself. Even in the depths of his depression he could hope that the Raccoons would attack tonight and spin him around so that his other eye could catch the bright rays of sunrise. His Light Therapy Box was on backorder at Amazon.
At the first class reunion of the graduates of the Montetorkie school many of the guys came in their old mating colors. the Face of Everyman noted, with a wry smile, that these were the same guys who were in the stag line at every sock hop. Many things are universal even at the magical Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Hudson was the first to raise the alarm. He was sure that he had discovered dinosaur eggs. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a well known site, rich in bones of extinct early reptiles. A quick glance told the Face of Everyman that these eggs were clearly of the modern epoch and came from a nearby farm were free range chickens roamed at will. The venerable sage yearned for the old days when poultry lived in a coop and remained penned up; safe from foxes and hawks.
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