Cheeky thought the Face of Everyman was his secret Santa. He whispered in the ear of the venerable sage the laundry list of his desires to find under the tree on Christmas morning. First off, a squirrel cage exercise unit. The one at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Fitness Center was too small and squeaked. Next, no more Macadamia nuts in the stockings unless they were shelled. Next, . . .
Earl
Grainy security camera footage showed that Earl had returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His Mom had named him Early Bird but it came with too much expectation so he shortened his name to just plain Earl. the Face of Everyman noted that his arrival coincided with the beginning of Winter. Yikes! Everyman’s toes were already numb.
Shakespeare Festival
As the day neared for the opening of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa annual Shakespeare Festival more and more impromptu scenes were acted in hopes of being cast in high profile roles. Seen above is Derek quoting lines from the famous “soliloquy” in Hamlet: To be, or not to be. Although the venerable sage had heard a better delivery, “D” was given the nod. the Face of Everyman lamented the paucity of actors in this small community especially in Winter.
Count
Simone had waited all day for the census team to come by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She had marked Other on her form in the square asking for gender. She wanted to explain why on last year’s form she had used the name Lester and now things were changing. As gently as possible the Face of Everyman explained that the Census Team came by yesterday and collected all the forms. Maybe next year she could fill out two forms and they could decide which to use.
Highway Flagger
Timmy was ambivalent about taking the new job offer. It was as a Highway Flagger, mostly a Summer position; standing all day directing traffic thru paving and construction sites. He sought the advice of the Face of Everyman knowing that the ancient sage could help him see the best course of action. Without dashing Timmy’s hopes Everyman pointed out that here at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Summer was courting time, nest building time and all the pride filled things that come with being a Father. Timmy remained ambivalent.
Soiree
the Face of Everyman always hosted the four legged creatures of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa with a seasonal soiree. Caviar on whole wheat toast points went quickly; faster than the caterers could prepare them. Cracked corn satiated his voracious guests in the interim. The Raccoons were invited for the midnight hour. The venerable sage would be better prepared; he hoped.
Dietitian
C
Crestwell had earned his degree from an online university. He was now a certified Dietitian. He was here today at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to enlist the aid of the Face of Everyman. It seems that the kindly ol’ pensioner had reduced the lawful amount of table scraps for Jays to below caloric minimums called for in the UN Charter. Surely the venerable sage could encourage those of the manor house to toss out a few bread butts now and again.
Sunrise
As the days grew shorter at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Gita sang her special song to ensure that the glowing orb would return for yet another glorious Sunrise. The lyrics had a nice earthy cadence and the face of Everyman spent the rest of the day trying to get the beat out of his head.
Fishing
The Bucket Bros. Catch and Release had been fishing since dawn without success. In fact, “C” wasn’t sure that the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had stocked the pond. the Face of Everyman assured them that “fish abound in these waters”. To back up his claim he offered to loan them two of his award winning Royal Coachman tied flies adding that a few cleaned and dressed fish would be payment enough.
Cryptomnesia
Holy Moly thought Smedley this must be what an attack of Deja Vu feels like. He was sure that he’d never been to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and yet every object in this setting was familiar; right down to that handsomely carved chunk of basalt. He was even sporting his bright Summer mating colors. “Hey there old rock”, he called out. “Where the heck am I?” Alas, the Face of Everyman remained mute, as he is wont to do. “S” flew South, never to return to that magical spot.
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