The Rumor Mill is a restaurant not too far from the Ferry Landing in beautiful downtown Friday Harbor, WA. Last night the One More Time Band played to a full house and a hopping dance floor.
The tinny sound is because my camera couldn’t handle the volume. Amoeba says it didn’t help that they put a 17 piece band in a closet and added two amplifiers!
Note as you watch Amoeba playing with his plunger mute — yes, he bought it at the hardware store. No, he has never used it on any pipes but his trumpet’s.
The trumpet solo you will hear is played by Tom Starr, the gentlemen sitting on Charley’s right.
Yes, Charley has shaved off his beard. He had to. He had a mole removed from just below his bottom lip. It was interfering with his trumpet playing. If you notice something below his lip, it’s the band-aid.
This is Ms. Kitty. Isn’t she cute? She is a service dog and like me she spends a lot of her time at my favorite local coffee shop.
Mostly Ms. Kitty is extremely well behaved, but there are a few people she has knowingly marked as soft touches and she often gets them to give her unauthorized tid-bits of yummy-ness. Mr. C. is the softest of soft touches. Ms. Kitty bats her long eyelashes at him and suddenly she is in roast beast sandwich heaven.
To Ms. Kitty’s great dismay her person has asked that Ms. Kitty no longer be given people food. The customers have mostly gotten the message. Ms. Kitty is having a harder time adapting to it.
Yesterday, like most every weekday, Mr. C came in for his lunch. He got his favorite beverage, his roast beast sandwich, and a bag of chips. He also got Ms. Kitty. She followed his every move. When he took his seat at the table, she positioned herself just below his left elbow and waited. And waited.
She let out a little yip. Mr. C shifted in his seat so he couldn’t see her. She trotted under his chair to his right side. Mr. C scooted closer to the table and put his elbows on the table top. Ms. Kitty yipped at him.
Ms. Kitty’s person came out of the rest room and scolded her. Ms. Kitty backed up about three feet and faced her people, but longingly stared at Mr. C’s sandwich from the corner of her eyes.
Ms. Kitty’s person went into the kitchen and Ms. Kitty was right back at Mr. C’s side. He told her, “Go away. You are going to get me in trouble!” She sat up on her haunches, tipped her head sideways and held out one paw to him. She looked so beseechingly hungry!
Mr. C put his hands over his face. Ms. Kitty let out a long suffering whine. Mr. C was about to break. Ms. Kitty knew it. Every one in the room knew it …. and Ms. Kitty’s person returned to the dining area and handed Ms. Kitty a dog biscuit.
Ms. Kitty happily snatched the biscuit and turned away. Usually when given food she runs under a table where no one can reach her, but this time she took a couple faltering steps and stopped.
Ms. Kitty put the dog biscuit down on the floor and looked at it. She looked back at her person, then she looked at Mr. C. She examined the dog biscuit again. Finally Ms. Kitty picked up the dog biscuit carried it to Mr. C’s table. She raised up on her hind legs and carefully placed the dog biscuit on Mr. C’s knee, then she resumed her begging stance and let out a happy little bark.
Mr. C exclaimed, “She wants to trade!” We were all chuckling. Looking up at Ms. Kitty’s person Mr. C said, “It’s a fair trade.” He put the doggy biscuit in his coat pocket and gave Ms. Kitty a bite of roast beast.
Did you ever do a “sleep out” when you were a kid? You know, set up a tent in your backyard and get some friends to join you for the night? My friends and I tried this at least once every Summer. Usually we got scared and invaded the house in the middle of the night. I think I was nine before I finally managed to stay out all night — and that was likely only because I fell asleep. When I woke in the morning I was all alone and my friends were stretched out on the living room floor!
Donita K. Paul and Evangeline Denmark just helped me relive that and other similar memories when I read, The Dragon and The Turtle Go On Safari. I grinned all the way through this book as our two intrepid safari-ers braved jungle beasts and saved a kitten baby leopard during their safari on Mount Sillymanborrow.
The author’s words tell the story from the explorer’s point of view, while Vincent Nguyen’s charming drawings reveal a slightly different reality. I chuckled aloud after each flip of the page. I especially loved the story within the story (the one Roger the turtle didn’t get to tell, but the reader gets to enjoy just the same). It is a bit of a logic puzzle and has a delightful ending.
The parent/child discussion prompts at the end of the book are another great bonus. Encouraging children to connect the stories they read to their own lives helps them develop a love for reading and grow them into lifelong readers. In this case, the discussion questions also help the parent lead the child as he or she grows in faith and learns important life lessons.
The Dragon and The Turtle Go on Safari by Donita K. Paul and Evangeline Denmark is labeled a juvenile picture book, but there is much here to charm children of all ages. I have totally fallen in love with this book.
It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old…or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!
You never know when I might play a wild card on you!
Evangeline Denmark likes to turn bedtime stories into picture books. She lives in Colorado with her engineer husband, their two noisy boys, her author mom, and Willie, a cattle dog who tries to herd the entire family into one room.