Category: Peonyiana

I received a curious piece of mail today. It was addressed to Ms Peony Bumbleroot Moss and family. Now, nobody ever calls me Ms Bumbleroot Moss (Bumbleroot being my maiden name) unless they are writing from an alumni society. But where was the computer printed name? The envelope was handwritten. And where was the return… Continue reading Weird etiquette dilemmas

I am an SRDL–Sober Rational Destructive Leader. This makes me a mob boss. I am the ultimate alpha person and even my friends give me my space. I can’t stand whiners, weaklings, schlemiels or schlemozzles. I don’t make many jokes, but when I do, others laugh out loud. They must. People often turn to you… Continue reading Who knew?

Oh brother. I used to use scissors to give Hambet his awful home haircuts, but I thought I’d move up to the big time and use clippers. A friend gave me some little tips she’d printed up (she is an old hand at cutting hair.) I followed her directions carefully, and they seemed to make… Continue reading Playing with scissors clippers

Peony: Well, I unpacked all the bags but I couldn’t find those stamps that got lost. Posco (Peony’s husband): Well, that’s the way it goes, I guess. Are you sure you don’t want to go out with me this afternoon? Peony: Honey, I really want to finish the laundry. You’re going to the stamp store,… Continue reading St Anthony hits one out of the park

We had a good time, but a lot of other stuff went wrong. If it weren’t against the First Commandment I would wonder if there was a jinx on our trip. St Anthony prayer request: the thing of my husband’s that I misplaced the very day he bought it. St Anthony, help!

The place we’re staying tonight has not only a complimentary continental breakfast but also limited internet usage! — Thank you for your prayers for my grandmother. She died on Sunday (she had turned 94 just this month.) And she got her wish — she never had to move off the farm. — Happy anniversary to… Continue reading A Postcard from Peony

Okay, I am feeling a little less frantic. I got everything done that was on my things-to-do list –well, except the potatoes; I just skipped those and made couscous that night instead. And I never got hold of Pansy. But I did everything else, and more. I still need to pack! I am waaaaaaay behind… Continue reading Almost ready

…something’s lost and can’t be found. Yes, I’ve lost something again, and it seems to have vanished from my purse, probably into that space-time anomaly. The something is new and not easily replaceable, so I am frantic.