Having left the keys to the Shoppe in Sir (courtesy title) snugg's capable hands, I have decided to go on a fact-finding mission to learn more about whales in general and blubbery B. whales (Reformed) in particular.
It is a long and arduous journey from the environs of jolly old Bristol to the former whaling capital of old Mowee, but someone has to do it.
Mr Blubridge (who has not previously come into these chronicles) and I have joined some dear but rather dim friends in the Islands. We have observed whales in their watery ocean home and although they are not the same species as our dear somewhat new friend the blubbery B. whale of Gus' acquaintance, they exhibit some of the same behaviours.
I have also had the opportunity to observe a sub-species of Homo sapiens that might be taxonomically known as Homo sapiens australopacificanthus or "Southern Pacific Dude" and also Homo sapiens digme-babeliciencsis or "Dig Me Beach Babe." Regrettably, we Blubridges and our dim friends belong to the subspecies Homo sapiens prandialis tourodon, or " 'Where shall we have lunch?' Man."
I shall have to catch up to that rascal Nelson's doings, but of more pressing moment: where to have lunch?
However, be assured that nearly every day we see our new whale friends, though sadly not at very close counters. However, they are out there to be found and if possible I shall attempt to show images of them doing such things as whales are wont to do in these waters.
Tomorrow we shall be in the old whaling town of Lahaina, where many scurvy dogs and faux-piratical types make their living attempting to sell activities and condominiums (condominia?) to unsuspecting Tourodons (however they rarely succeed as the Tourodons are always in search of things like lunch and sunscreen). It's my belief that Nelson once sailed out of these waters, so I shall be looking for evidence and interviewing such wharf-rats that may be found down by the harbor.
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dear miz b:
thank you for the lovely postcards, even iffen you were tauntin' the wretched. it sounds like you and mr. b are havin' a wondermous time.
i have some news, it's a bit of a puzzlement. chad turned in his resignation the day before yesterday, effective immediately. it seems that the call of the cruise ships could not be ignored and he left to fill an immediate vacancy. he left a forwarding address behind for his last paycheck.
in other news, chad's cabana did not go long unused, as boab the brewer and the mcfinster brothers are doin' something construction-wise to it. there is a great deal of sawdust and even more colorful cursin' emanatin' from the back garden.
on friday night, boab the brewer apparently tapped a special reserve cask he had on hand and served the members of the city council. it must have been quite yummilicious, as he has received a variance to park his yirt and his two Healin' Coos, Shaggers and The Bruce in the town gardens. he's been a great help ridin' herd on the mcfinster brothers in your absence. i think they spend most of their time tryin' to understand what it is he's sayin'. me too, but the accent is to die for.
also, we seem to be havin' a serious olive discrepancy here lately, and i just can't seem to get to the bottom of it.
don't forget the sunscreen!
yer factotum and head bartender,
snuggs (")
Have a great time, Mrs. B. Just keep you arm in the boat.
—G.O.
I am entirely confused about the trend of starting up a blog just to hand it off to someone else.
Not that Snuggs isn't a charming host ( ess) or antyhing, mind you. I'm just thinking there's an awful lot of it going around. This is the 4th one handed off- if you count blog identities instead of real ones, that is.
Could someone, somehwere, who is in the know, please explain to me just why this is happening?
It'a true I have been a lax correspondatrice of late, owing to the necessity to make preparations before my departure for vaca. As connexions are rather slow here I fear I shan't be able to make many commentaries - it took nearly 10 minutes just now for this commentary thingy to appear on my screen.
I do expect that I shall resume my regular blatherings on my return to Bristol, plus there is still a wedding shower to plan.
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