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Available April 1st in all of the “better” retail outlets.
As a personal note, I really wanted to have a machete as an accessory, but the toy maker claimed it was out of character, so they included a coffee mug. - RV
One of the great pleasures I derive from writing fiction is that I do not have to color within the lines. (That was a metaphorical jump there.)
What I mean by that is, I have a great deal of interpretive latitude with facts. In other words, I get to make up stories that are not entirely factual. Normally, my blog posts are factual or at least allegorical. But there are special occasions that call for something beyond a recounting of daily life on planet earth.
This post may make it appear that I am leading up to something. Well, as a matter of fact, I am. Stay tuned, because in six days, there will be a major announcement right here on this blog.
Inkling Publications will offer onsite retail sales, and a wholesale connection, for my readers and vendors. I am muddling my way through this construction project as I learn how this all works in the cyber-universe. I hope to have the page linked up within a week or two and be live for action by mid-April!
Where is Boathouse Mouse? And what is he doing?
Coming Soon! The Wrong Direction, Book 3 in The Adventures of Boathouse Mouse.
Stay tuned!
P.S. This just may turn into my new favorite Boathouse Mouse picture!
This morning, as we prepared for church service, I was puzzled by my wife's choice of clothing. You see, this morning was our last Sunday at our old church. Next week we will begin attending a church that is some ten miles closer to home. That's not the reason for changing our homebase of worship, but it can't hurt. The real reason for the change is that our son has become the worship director at the new church, and naturally, we are excited when our kids step up and take responsible roles.
So with all the poignancy of intentionally doing something for the last time running amok in the back of my mind, I was puzzled, as I stated earlier, by my wife's choice of a festive, burgundy-red dress. We've been married since before computers, so I knew better than to question her choice of fashion. Since I rarely look better dressed than a hobo, she didn't mention my clothes either.
At church, I noticed many of the ladies dressed in festive reds and more than a few men wore red ties. It seemed like an odd coincidence, but I surmised there must have been some really good sales lately.
It wasn't until we were visiting with everyone after the service that it finally occurred to me that Valentine's Day is this coming Tuesday.
I'm naturally slow on this kind of stuff, so it's not really a surprise. When I was a kid in school, my Valentine's bag generally only got a few token offerings. It just never gelled with me as a fun time. In fact, it was four days prior to Valentine's Day, way-back-when, that I proposed to my wife. She was astonished that I had not waited until the normal day for such moments, and in her idealistic world view, concluded that I was a hopeless romantic.
My first thought was, Valentine's Day? Is that really a thing? Should it be on my radar? The truth was, it was payday and I was able to pay off the ring that I had in lay-a-way. (Now there's a flashback to the old days.)
I don't recall how long I let her believe I was such a sap before I confessed the true reason. Obviously, I'm a failure at the romantic thing. Or, maybe not. Maybe I am a subliminal romantic who doesn't let silly calendar games dictate how or when I demonstrate my affections. I'll let you decide.
