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Well, you heard that little girl on the phone yesterday! Let's get decorating! Maybe we can make it into a kind of neighborhood competition - the best decorated house on each street wins a prize. What do you say?
[Action; 311 Miller Street]
[Well, Thanksgiving and the nuclear wasteland that apparently comes with it in Mayfield is over. And like any good red-blooded American citizen could reasonably expect to be on the weekend immediately following, Dad is standing at the top of a ladder in front of 311 Miller Street wrestling with a string of hopelessly tangled Christmas lights. He seems to be managing well enough, but there's always the odd knot to untie or a missing bulb somewhere on the line.]
How's it look?
[Yeah, he's talking to you, random passerby.]
[Action; Achewood Bakery]
[According to a phone call he got right after he finished hanging up the Christmas lights, Dad evidently has a job working as a baker. News to him, but he chalks it up to another of the town's strange idiosyncrasies, kisses his wife goodbye, and heads downtown to his new place of employment.]
'Morning, everyone! Looks like I'm going to be working here starting today. Anything I should know before I get started?
[Once he gets down to business, Dad is actually a pretty skilled baker. One would think he spends a sizable amount of his spare time doing this sort of thing, and one would be right. However, on his first day he's spending almost the entire day churning out nothing but cream pies of various sorts. At the end of the day, coworkers may notice him walk over to the leftover pies that didn't sell (of which there are easily dozens) and pull out his wallet. Seconds later, the entire stack of pies is gone.]
[Action; Mayfield General Store]
[After work, Dad heads over to the general store to pick up some vital dad supplies. In particular, he seems to be buying ludicrously large amounts of Barbasol brand shaving cream and pipe tobacco. By the time he's done, he's got several carts loaded up with bulk crates of the stuff. It's probably going to take him a couple of trips to bring it all to the front to pay, but at least loading it into the car won't be much of a problem.]
Well, you heard that little girl on the phone yesterday! Let's get decorating! Maybe we can make it into a kind of neighborhood competition - the best decorated house on each street wins a prize. What do you say?
[Action; 311 Miller Street]
[Well, Thanksgiving and the nuclear wasteland that apparently comes with it in Mayfield is over. And like any good red-blooded American citizen could reasonably expect to be on the weekend immediately following, Dad is standing at the top of a ladder in front of 311 Miller Street wrestling with a string of hopelessly tangled Christmas lights. He seems to be managing well enough, but there's always the odd knot to untie or a missing bulb somewhere on the line.]
How's it look?
[Yeah, he's talking to you, random passerby.]
[Action; Achewood Bakery]
[According to a phone call he got right after he finished hanging up the Christmas lights, Dad evidently has a job working as a baker. News to him, but he chalks it up to another of the town's strange idiosyncrasies, kisses his wife goodbye, and heads downtown to his new place of employment.]
'Morning, everyone! Looks like I'm going to be working here starting today. Anything I should know before I get started?
[Once he gets down to business, Dad is actually a pretty skilled baker. One would think he spends a sizable amount of his spare time doing this sort of thing, and one would be right. However, on his first day he's spending almost the entire day churning out nothing but cream pies of various sorts. At the end of the day, coworkers may notice him walk over to the leftover pies that didn't sell (of which there are easily dozens) and pull out his wallet. Seconds later, the entire stack of pies is gone.]
[Action; Mayfield General Store]
[After work, Dad heads over to the general store to pick up some vital dad supplies. In particular, he seems to be buying ludicrously large amounts of Barbasol brand shaving cream and pipe tobacco. By the time he's done, he's got several carts loaded up with bulk crates of the stuff. It's probably going to take him a couple of trips to bring it all to the front to pay, but at least loading it into the car won't be much of a problem.]
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Date: 2011-12-10 06:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-12-12 10:24 pm (UTC)Some old dogs do not take to new tricks so well.
Woman I live with, she cooks for many years. Never gets better. Still, she cooks.
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Date: 2011-12-13 12:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 06:01 pm (UTC)Cigarettes are not cheap in my time and other vices keep bank accounts low.
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Date: 2011-12-13 09:31 pm (UTC)[Although Dad's tend to be for things like cream pies and clown dolls.]
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Date: 2011-12-13 09:53 pm (UTC)Well, I better get going now. It was good chatting.
We should grab that drink sometime, even if town's selection is only slightly above piss.
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Date: 2011-12-14 09:37 pm (UTC)