Hazer

Hazer's mind must be slipping as she doesn't remember mentioning any kind of a bucket....

But a bucket of Hyacinths sounds like a wonderful hostess gift! Or tulips....or daffodils.....

Baldur

Did I say 'Hazer'?
My apologies, my intention was to say 'marius'

belladonnis

Auntie B you are certainly the Grande Dame of TD!
I was so intrigued by your Valentine's Day festivities! I am wondering what you might have been like as a young girl and what created this adventurous spirit of yours. Please do tell!

Hazer

Yes....please do tell!

Excellent suggestion bella!

marius

Ah, AuntieB saves the day again. Thanks for your kind and stalwart advice! marius did note a certain cantankerous energy in both nurse and doctor/nurse yesterday. Could be the affair with the Intern has soured, or maybe gone three ways. (giggle) Mercifully, the antibiotics have made a tremendous difference and it is such a joy to be able to breathe again. Of course, taking several naps during the day and sleeping long nights has helped too.

Baldur, sounds like a wonderful event ... candlelight supper. Can't wait to see what hostess (or host) gift you will choose. Okay, time to go rest again, which really means sleep .... sweet dreams all. : )

puzzler

Marius, Puzzler has just secured a job in a biochemistry lab, ( which she is delighted about), so if you need bloods to be taken, I'll make sure that you get the speediest of results!

Hazer

HHHMMM....It's taking Auntie B a long time to write her childhood adventures........... should be very interesting!

Marius...I'm glad you're feeling better!! Lots of rest is good!

marius

Why thank you puzzler! Am imagining traveling to the UK for blood work. : )Please tell more about your lab if you're so inclined. Lab work has always sounded fun.

Hazer, thanks for your kind words too!

marius did feel well enough to record her data for the Great Backyard Bird Count this morning. Yes, I know this thrills everyone to the core, but should you desire more thrills ... check out the results at ...
http://gbbc.birdsource.org/gbbcApps/results

puzzler

Haven't started yet marius, begin in March, but I have a lot to learn. I'm basically logging in the specimens and allowed to do some simple tests. Didn't expect to be selected at my age, as it's notoriously hard to get jobs here at the moment. My full title will be clinical laboratory support assistant!

polenta

hope you like your new job in March puzzler. Good luck!!!

Hazer

Congrats on the new job puzzler! I'm not at all surprised that you got the job, what with your keen attention to detail! I hope it all works out well for you!

puzzler

Thank you!

Login

I'm rooting for you, puzzler.

AuntieB

Yes, best of luck puzzler. I am quite certain you will have all your new co-workers in the correct pecking order in no time at all.

*****
There have been ample requests this past week from people curious about Auntie B's early years. Of the millions of stories out there it is so hard to decide which few to commit to Radio Baldur.
This begins with one of my earliest memories.

As a child many of my afternoons were spent in the home of my dear Aunt Leda. She had a loverly townhouse and always served tea at precisely 4pm.
Often it was just Aunt Leda and myself in attendance, but occasionally there would friends and suitors as well.
Her sense of humor was amazing. A piano sat in the front parlor, though she never learned to play it. Neither had Auntie B.
Nonetheless when there was someone new there, my Aunt would suddenly say, 'My niece is quite gifted at the piano, B would you place something please?'
Now the first time this happened my first instinct was to panic.
I was ushered to the piano bench and quietly chastised for being shy. I would sit there transfixed by the keys wondering what to do next when suddenly Aunt Leda would say, 'Oh I just remembered! Neville sent me the nicest letter in this morning's mail. Let me read part of it to you.' Then she would have me dash off somewhere in the townhouse to retrieve it.
By the time I returned to the parlor the piano was completely forgotten.
She would thank me for the letter and then place it on the table where it was immediately forgotten.

One always had to dress for team, I had a wonderful selection of appropriate pinafores just for this purpose. As I matured so did my wardobe. She taught me so much.
When at home things were never so proper. I even wore my brother's trousers at times if I had to do some particulatly messy chore to attend to.
At Aunt Leda's however, I was never anything but a proper young lady.

In her front parlor was large framed lithograph of Theodore Roosevelt. Even at a very young age I thought him most handsome. She told me that he was the President and of the charge up San Juan Hill with the Rough Riders and many other stories. What I did not comprehend at the time was that he was no longer alive and a few other men had since held that esteemed position.
How embarassing when my teacher asked my class who the President of the United States was. Auntie B jumped up from her seat arm flailing in the air. I was so proud that I could not only give the correct answer but also quickly throw in a few other facts about Mr Roosevelt as well.
Unfortunately it was not the correct answer, and my classmates roared in laughter.
That night I cried and cried, thinking Aunt Leda had lied to me.
Of course the next day when I'd related the whole incident to her with fresh tears emphasizing the gravity of the embarassment she gently sat me down, poured tea and explained that Presidents never lose their title.
Our afternoon teas shifted focus to dealing with politicians, royalty, and celebrities. She was making sure that I could comport myself publicly.
I am eternally grateful to that dear woman.
Years later when I was courted by dear Rainy it occured to me that it all was made possible by my Aunt Leda.
Of course I eventually turned Rainy down, not being ready for a commitment. There are no regrets for Auntie B there, I would have missed so much.
He eventually married a beautiful actress, though he continued to write me up until his death.

Baldur

Auntie B, she should have spent some time also teaching you how to type.
Please let me proofread your missives before you post them.

matthew

It is Emfasizin right?

Baldur

'Emfasizin' does seem a good word for you to use matthew.
This week with the 'emfasiz' on double corks and triple lutzes it is great that you are embracing quadrasyllabic words

Baldur

Oh boy!
Baldur set about stringing beads today and noticed that they seemed 'minty fresh' for some reason. Checking the new floss I am using, the package states clearly that indeed it is mint scented.
Will wonders ever cease? I do hope the aroma wears off soon.

Dragon

Ah, there's nothing quite like a nice string of minty fresh beads in the window.

Baldur

If tomorrow is above freezing again Baldur should be able to work in the yard. I have a slope behind the house which is covered in brambles and a bit of poison ivy.
Systematically I have been clearing away the nasty stuff and planting other things instead.
One area has a rather large bed of bleeding hearts, another has scattered clumps of daffodils. At the crest of the hill I added some smallish Canadian hemlocks, which are now getting rather large.
The area is wooded with white pine and oak trees but they are all tall and beanpolelike, leaving lots of room for a lower tier of interesting plants.
During warm weather the combination of poison ivy and thorns makes it rather difficult to work with.
In the winter when the poison ivy loses its leaves it is much easier to attack with lopping shears. In the Spring when it attempts a comeback I will zap it with Nasty'b'gone.