Z is for Zanzibar

Z is for Zanzibar. (I feel like I am running out of options... )

Technically Zanzibar is a "semi-autonomous part of Tanzania in East Africa," but I am thinking of a different Zanzibar. This particular Zanzibar comes in a long list of names in one of Dr. Seuss' stories. Since I happen to be somewhat of a Dr. Seuss fan, I give you the story of "Too Many Daves."


Too Many Daves
by
Dr. Seuss (Theodore Geisel)
 
Did I ever tell you that Mrs. McCave
Had twenty-three sons and she named them all Dave?
Well, she did. And that wasn’t a smart thing to do.
You see, when she wants one and calls out, “Yoo-Hoo!
Come into the house, Dave!” she doesn’t get one.
All twenty-three Daves of hers come on the run!
This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves’
As you can imagine, with so many Daves.
And often she wishes that, when they were born,
She had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn
And one of them Hoos-Foos. And one of them Snimm.
And one of them Hot-Shot. And one Sunny Jim.
And one of them Shadrack. And one of them Blinkey.
And one of them Stuffy. And one of them Stinkey.
Another one Putt-Putt. Another one Moon Face.
Another one Marvin O’Gravel Balloon Face.
And one of them Ziggy. And one Soggy Muff.
One Buffalo Bill. And one Biffalo Buff.
And one of them Sneepy. And one Weepy Weed.
And one Paris Garters. And one Harris Tweed.
And one of them Sir Michael Carmichael Zutt
And one of them Oliver Boliver Butt
And one of them Zanzibar Buck-Buck McFate …
But she didn’t do it. And now it’s too late.

Perhaps I just like the way Zanzibar rolls off my tongue... or maybe I just like the story in general.

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Teal Lake?

It has been a long time since we've seen Teal Lake,... until today...

The day started off wet and rainy and we took our umbrellas out to wait for the bus. I must say we have been blessed with mild bus stop weather this year,... until today... I know we will eventually end up seeking cover in my van, especially when the wind turns cold and bitter, unless someone decided to build us a shelter.

So far this year we have managed to escape any significant snow accumulation,... until today... It started mid morning and fell in thick wet flakes. It would have been perfect for a snowball war, if I was still fifteen, but Bethany and I were making pies again. We had to use up the leftover apples.

It was also busy day. I finally found a few moments to sit down and suddenly heard a loud crash. Our Christmas tree had fallen over. There was nobody near i,t except Oreo who took off in the commotion. We had not even hung all the heavy ornaments on one side. In fact I was just thinking about "borrowing" some of Mom's decorations to liven it up a bit. Turns out the tree's trunk was cut at an angle and it just got tired of standing on one foot. (I only got one picture as My Darling did not find the whole episode quite as amusing as I did. He doesn't always appreciate my sense of humor...) Water trailed across the floor and ornaments were scattered on the carpet.

And last of all, I finally had a chance to see my hero, The Cat in the Hat. He came along while we were eating supper, stepped into the upturned hat, and attempted to make himself comfortable. Unfortunately, it was just a little bit small and he didn't stay around long. It started to tip over, like the tree, and he took off for another resting place.

Butter Brickle

I ran and found a brickle bush,
I hid myself away,
I got brickles in my britches
But I stayed there anyway...