Edith could take it no more. She was fed up with two slackers in the household. The tipping point was when her son Edsel asked to borrow five dollars so he and his father Mullard could play Putt-Putt Golf at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa award winning nine hole course. It was difficult, but the Face of Everyman pretended to be asleep during Edith’s hour long tirade. Then she turned her tongue-lashing towards Edsel’s hapless father.
Easter Egg Hunt
Ichabod had arrived almost a week early for most of the scheduled Easter Egg hunts. His favorites were those set at Chetzemoka Park. Wet grass and toddlers thru pre-teens stomping along in hunt for barely hidden eggs caused worms of all sizes to emerge. A veritable feast not found at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman made a simple request: “If you find a chocolate bunny; I’d be pleased to share it with you.”
Warbler
the Face of Everyman had been looking thru his Face Book photos when he came across the image of an old friend, a Summer visitor to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage made a mental note to remind June arrivals not refer to Reginald as ‘ol Butter Butt. At least not to his face.
Tanuki
Tanuki always stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa on his way home from the village garbage dump. Rumors of the stocking of the pond were rampant. It was up to the Face of Everyman to quell such talk. Truth be known; April 1st was the date that the fish hatchery folks would drop off a bag of minnows.
Catch and Release
Instead of watching Romper Room in the morning, Ripley watched The Nature Channel. Strangely he imprinted on Eagles. Seen hovering above the turbulent waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; he is poised to catch the first fish to appear. the Face of Everyman wondered if he should call Fish & Wildlife and request that a modest amount of minnows be stocked. “Catch and Release” of course.
Red Crossbill
Butch and Sundance assured the Face of Everyman that they were just passing through; headed for the high timber country. As a gesture of hospitality the venerable sage gave each a pine cone; their dish of choice. The banal foodstuff offered by the kindly ol’ pensioner was not suitable for these genetically adapted guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. https://tinyurl.com/yafdazsp
Elvis Chapel
Darcy had tried them all and now he was resorting to a marriage broker. It had been over a week since he had taken the psychometric tests proctored by the Face of Everyman. Twice a day he checked his mail box, hoping for a response. Surely the opportunity for an interview would be happening soon. Maybe he shouldn’t have rented the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Elvis Chapel and Bridal Suite without having a firm date in mind.
Co-Pay
Chucky confronted the Face of Everyman about the onerous co-pay on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Dental Plan. “C’s” orthodontic appliances needed adjustment every two weeks. As the sole wage earner of a family of six he often had to forage an extra shift just to keep his head above water. Was there any way for him to get ahead? Next, the girls will want Contacts. https://tinyurl.com/o736l9w
Bitterness
One day Mullard realized that nothing changed at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The security camera kept a watchful eye on everyone; day after day. The Spring of Eternal Giving was indeed, just that. the Face of Everyman was always present. His resentment grew the more he thought about his lot in life and the sameness of it all. He was about to share his bitterness with the venerable sage when in the blink of an eye, he forgot what he was about to say. Perhaps the Bar would open early today.
Spring Migration
Spring migration of song birds was increasing. Word of the fabulous Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had spread far and wide. the Face of Everyman was starting to lack the skills to properly ID migrants who were not yet in spring mating colors. The gnome in the background is of no help; he appears to be sleeping off last nights festivities.
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