To experience the trip, take California Highway 14.
To read the story, swat the bee.
This story is cross-posted at Doug Drones On where maybe this week someone will send me a story of their own.
Happy belated birthday and best wishes to Jamie Dawn!
Saturday, September 17, 2005
The Battle of Bee Mountain
Story #10, in which the Pascover family learns the value of thinking ahead.
To experience the trip, take California Highway 14.
To read the story, swat the bee.
This story is cross-posted at Doug Drones On where maybe this week someone will send me a story of their own.
Happy belated birthday and best wishes to Jamie Dawn!
To experience the trip, take California Highway 14.
To read the story, swat the bee.
This story is cross-posted at Doug Drones On where maybe this week someone will send me a story of their own.
Happy belated birthday and best wishes to Jamie Dawn!
So does Doug still have bee-stung lips and sees stars?
ReplyDeleteFamily: what you make a beeline for, when everything else fails
envsp: a jealous wasp
sorry forgot ... happy birthday Jamie Dawn! :))
ReplyDeleteztvqyx: a special kind of cake made with fruits and nuts and topped with almond icing from Denmark, usually for birthday celebrations. It is normally accompanied by a fine vintage red wine with a full fruity flavour
Family: It's all relative.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Jamie Dawn! :)
A neighbor was mowing her lawn when she ran over a nest of hornets which flew up her pants legs and she ran. She died on the way to the hospital.
ReplyDeleteKarma, thanks for epicurean advice, what would you recommend to go with scalp of kid?
ReplyDeleteHee hee, Sar. Seemed objective at the time.
Gee whiz, Tom. Probably a good thing today's story wasn't funny in the first place.
Family, n., The best and the worst of everything. Some have stingers, most have honey.
ReplyDelete(Stuck in the "F's" are we?)
Another good story!
Speedy recovery to J.D.
grttkr: Great Thinker
Family, n., undetermined number of bloggera which have gathered to form a blogsphere of support
ReplyDeleteHB to JD!
Family: those who know everything about you, when you wish they'd mind their own Beeswax.
ReplyDeleteTan Lucy, around here it's stinger city. That wasn't a verifier it was a fortune cookie.
ReplyDeleteAnd growing, hey, Dddragon?
Chatcat, they're also who pick you up from the vet when you're ready to come home, you ingrate.
I love to visit this site because I never understand much of what goes on. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat story. When is the book coming out?
Fred, if you did anything else for a living I'd worry about your comment. Did you also notice that we were commenting on each other's sites simultaneously?
ReplyDeleteDid your parents make you put vinegar on the stings? That's what my friends mom made me do. It really doesn't help, nor did the kids teasing me about the smell.
ReplyDeleteI must remind you, sir, that it 'twas Family that TOOK me to the vet to start with.
ReplyDeleteI will concede that I did need that ... ahem ... procedure.
That doesn't mean I have to like it.
No, Masil. They didn't. Mom?
ReplyDeleteSee, Chatcat. This is why there are more dogblogs.
a TLC samwich should do it darling
ReplyDeleteepkahix: epicurean karma's happy fix, a closely-guarded secret family recipe handed down from generation to generation
Family: The Procrustean bed on which character is shaped.
ReplyDeleteFor wasp and bee stings, you should wet baking soda and apply it as a paste. Wet tobacco also works very well.
ReplyDeleteKIA, how about more general skin rashes? To look at it from the other side, wasp and bee stings work very well on brothers-in-law.
ReplyDeleteI had a really lousy bee sting once and now I have a scar beneath my chin. It was my fault really, I decided to have ice-cream (no, not lightblue!) on a hot summer´s day, the bee wanted some too and I did not want to share!
ReplyDeleteSomebody once said that maybe you do not get the family you want, but maybe you get the family you need.
I like this one even better: Friends are the second family you get to choose for yourself.
Yes, Actonbell, now that you mention it, families often ARE the best source of blog inspiration.
ReplyDeleteEsp. a certain TLP, eh?
Sounds like something right out of The Brady Bunch -- reminds me of the three-parters in the Grand Canyon and Hawaii.
ReplyDeleteI remember being thrilled by hotels when I was a kid too.
See what happens when we don't share, Monika?
ReplyDeleteActonbell, it just brightened my whole day to see that you're back. You and Ekim have fun?
Dddragon, TLP belongs to the blogosphere, not just her own brood.
Oh, Aral, you snuck by me. Isn't it funny? I was completely thrilled by staying in that motel. I loved those episodes, and don't leave out the Happy Days go to LA two-parter that aired right after we moved there. The next summer my idol, Richie Zisk batted clean-up in the All-star game. Simple pleasures those days.
ReplyDeleteWow, Richie Zisk... I haven't thought about him in a couple of decades! My number one childhood hero was Steve Garvey, and you were right in his backyard!
ReplyDeleteAP3, I remember that too. Hotels were fascinating to me as well. So many people. Floors you could get lost in. Hide and Seek was great in those hotels.
ReplyDeleteThere was an air of adventure, not sleeping in your own bad. Anything could happen. I loved that...
Doug - yeah, I did. LOL. Start humming do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do....
ReplyDeleteTrue, Aral. Dodger stadium and the prettiest man in sports were about 10 minutes from that house :P. Do Aral, do you remember Zisk's nickname? I don't know which is more amazing to me now, that they were still using ethnic nicknames in the late 70's or that a guy who probably hit 34 home runs that year was batting clean-up during the all-star game.
ReplyDeleteMonika, this was a 1-story motel and I bet we weren't allowed to stray very far. But yeah, not our bed not our life still kind of fun.
Fred, I do that all day long anyhow.
family,n. A social unit we have no choice of belonging to therefore the first step in our education ralative to making best of what we have.
ReplyDeleteNice story.
I see the wicked word gate is up again.
Thanks for the good wishes. I am doing okay.
ReplyDeleteI can remember staying in motels as a kid and how much fun that was. My brother and I would swim until our parents MADE us leave the pool.
This story brought back memories of how much I enjoyed those times.
Your old-as-the-hills dad probably would only remember that story as a huge night of problems, but as a kid, even nights when all goes awry, the stars still capture us. I need to remember how to be a kid again.
Family: my whole world
Doug, you mean Richie "The Polish Prince" Zisk? Yeah, pretty funny.
ReplyDeleteWhen Hall of Fame voting rolls around next, you'll get to read my rant about Steve Garvey deserving admission....
Jamie Dawn, great to hear from you.
ReplyDeleteAP3, "Polish Prince of Pop." I look forward to that. Los Dodgers were big in my neighborhood.
doug: oh, I know that TLP belongs in the blogsphere, heck, I'll put her up for nomination for Queen of the Blogsphere. But our misadventures shure do provide fodder for her, do they not?
ReplyDeleteOf course, Dddragon, and through her the rest of her clan without the unpleasantness of Tom's corn cob. I second the nomination.
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