ociati;n has announced that prcregistration of pupils for next year's class is now going on. with only a few vacancies available. Interested parents may call Mrs. Jacobucci. = Velveteen Andrews Beyond Blue https://youtu.be/z92C9T9ft1w?si=BZddLmpUo71UVpTD Transvision Vamp https://youtu.be/EyYSLqqmZ_k?si=TOYS19KwKT-iL77t Christian Velveteen: The Real Short Fiction Collection Chapter Eleven: "Musthug the Marmot and The Littlest HugaBird Attend the Music Show!" https://docs.google.com/document/d/1benWQHFiSm0i080ook7PHPjy909_KmJn/edit?usp=drivesdk&ouid=108429489415292356305&rtpof=true&sd=true SFX: CUE The Velvet Underground, "I'm Waiting For The Man" https://youtu.be/99og_g7rXnA?si=4Ipq5BbDYPEILRbi “I'm waiting for my Man Twenty-six dollars in my hand up to Lexington, one, two, five Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for my Man” - Musthug the Marmot could not believe this was happening to her. A few short hours ago she had been her normal boring marmot self, living life in Marmot Heights, an upper middle class neighborhood overlooking Mot Francisco, a hilly city known for its year-round fog, on the tip of a peninsula surrounded by the Mot-cific Ocean and Mot Francisco Bay, in northern Bungalows; and now here she was “waiting for her Man,” on her favorite corner barstool in their favorite restaurant, MotHorse Hill. MotHorse Hill was the Girls’ favorite restaurant because it was the only restaurant in all Marmot Heights where you could get both greens, grasses, berries, lichens, mosses, roots, and flowers; and invertebrates, seeds, buds, olives and peanuts. - “Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown? Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around? Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine I'm waiting for my Man” - Musthug flipped through her Phone nervously. She was obsessed with an extremely obscure reference on the subject of “Do oysters flinch when you squirt lemon juice on them?” (The answer was, “Elles doivent grincer (they must wince).” - “Here he comes, he's all dressed in black Beat up shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my Man, ah work it now” - She looked up just in time to see her “Man,” or more precisely, her go-to Girl The Littlest HugaBird, flit through the front door, Kitty corner to her right. - “Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybody body's pinned you, but nobody cares He's got the works, gives you sweet taste Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste I'm waiting for my Man” - The Littlest HugaBird was a Long-tailed Tit. With her tiny, round body, short stubby bill and very long, narrow tail, she looked for all the World like a “pleasantly plump little Bird dumpling” (Carly Brooke, The Featured Creature.com). Her plumage was mainly black and white, with variable amounts of grey and pink, depending on her mood. - “Did you get them?” Musthug asked, almost afraid to hear the answer. The Littlest HugaBird came to light on the back of the high-top barstool to Musthug’s right. The Littlest HugaBird’s platter of invertebrates, seeds, buds, olives and peanuts (and her glass of sap) had arrived while The Littlest HugaBird was out of the restaurant. - “Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out I'm feeling good, I feel oh so fine Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time I'm waiting for my Man, walk it home” - “What do you think?” The Littlest HugaBird retorted in her high-pitched, pure, quiet but penetrating voice. She mischievously cast before Musthug a Ziploc Snack Bag containing what appeared to be (and what in fact were) two Designer Mini Baking Cups containing what appeared to be (and what in fact were) two homemade brownies. She then turned her attention to delicately hovering over a particularly lively beetle on her platter too big to be swallowed immediately. - “Where did you get them?” Musthug asked, quickly covering the small package with a napkin. - “From a field mouse,” The Littlest HugaBird quietly twittered. She hung by one foot from a twig, which was suspended from a small portable swingset deployed over her place setting for this very purpose, prior to her platter’s arrival, by the attentive restaurant staff. “Field mice always have brownies.” - “That is so species-ist,” Musthug objected, watching as The Littlest HugaBird held the struggling insect in her other foot and pecked at it. - “Well, if you don't want yours . . . “ The Littlest HugaBird trilled softly. - “No, no,” Musthug whistled quickly. “I mean, it’s supposed to be fun, right?” - “You’ll see!” The Littlest HugaBird laughed. “You got the Tickets, right?” - “Yes, HugaBird,” Musthug replied snarkily, yet still fondly. She laid out on the bar before them two concert tickets. “Heck to the yes you did! Crisp!” The Littlest HugaBird raised her glass in a toast. “Come on, dork! Drink up! What could go wrong?” TO BE CONTINUED! = Harriet McCurdy Cameron Hall Jacobucci "Identity confusion" The Register, January 30, 1975 Confusion Over Names of Home Help Groups http://digital.olivesoftware.com/olive/apa/sturgis/sharedview.article.aspx?href=DPLTR%2F1975%2F01%2F30&id=Ar02506&sk=261453B4&viewMode=image Pink Floyd https://youtu.be/-0kcet4aPpQ?si=pfcH97jrzK_C12hm Four agencies specializing in home services are suffering identity confusion, according to Amelia Beauregard of the Visiting Nurse Assn. of Central Cape Cod. They are: Cape-Island Home Care, Inc., 146 Main St., Hyannis directed by Dr. James S. Peace. Supported by federal, state and local funding, its basic role is to help elderly citizens live successfully in their own homes and communities. It contracts with Cape Cod Homemaker-Home Health Aide Service, Inc. to provide homemaker assistance. It runs a nutrition program and provides other assistance. Visiting Nurse Assn. of Central Cape Cod, Inc., 429 South St., Hyannis directed by Miss Beauregard, RNBS offers part time service in homes in Barnstable, Yarmouth, Dennis such as skilled nursing, health aide supervision, physical therapy. Fees based on cost of service, sliding scale for those unable to pay full cost. Agency can be paid by Medicare, health insurance, welfare and other funders where patients eligible. Free health supervision, maternal health visits, counseling. Cape Cod Homemaker-Home Health Aide Service, Inc., 298 Main St., Hyannis, directed by Harriet Hall. Eleven-year-old United Fund agency furnishes temporary home help and health services to families with children, convalescents, acute or chronically ill. Prepares meals, shops, gives baths under supervision of VNA. Fee is $4.50 an hour, for those eligible payment by welfare, Veteran's Services, Medicade and Cape-Islands Home Care, Inc. Home Care Services, Inc., 10 East Main St., Hyannis, Arleen Anderson, RN., nursing coordinator. Specialized or practical nursing for all ages, part time or full time. Rate for homemaker or nursing aide services is $4.35 an hour.">
Amalia's Story, Chapter Twenty-Nine
= Amalia Angeloni Jacobucci
"Red Tape Office"
Angela Thirkell Book Summaries #20:
The Duke’s Daughter!
by Angela Thirkell (1951)
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Looking Back At 1951
Several of our favorite characters reappear to play sometimes crucial roles: Lady Norton, the Dreadful Dowager; Gradka of the Mixo-Lydians; the obnoxious Harvey siblings; and the appallingly accident-prone Mrs. Updike.
Lady Norton calls upon recently married Lucy Adams after a nine-finger exercise determines that congratulations may be in order.
Gradka, now Mixo-Lydian Ambassadress is instrumental (with Maria Lufton) in routing Miss Harvey’s matrimonial assault on Oliver Marling.
She also helps to rescue Tom Grantly from his ill-advised venture into the clutches of Geoffrey Harvey and the Red Tape Office.
Oliver is frightened out of his “habit” of love for Jessica Dean and perennial unclehood into a real attachment for Maria.
Charles Belton and Clarissa Graham advance from “understanding” to engagement, Tom and Emmy...