rose
Extremely helpful member
- Joined
- Mar 29, 2008
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- 2,925
- Reason
- DX MND
- Diagnosis
- 7/2008
- Country
- US
- State
- Maryland
- City
- Anytown
Annie O. Klee paused kneading the dough long enough to shove a stray strand of hair from her face. She turned the dough a quarter turn, kneaded again, and, stopped again. This time it was for a V8 break. But, it didn't give her the burst of energy the advertising claims promised...
What I need, she thought, is an adventure. I need a change of scenery, something completely different from my little bakery/fiber arts shop. True, I have the ocean just a block away, and all the comforts of civilization, but I've never been west of the Mississippi. Its time!
With that, she called to her apprentice, Thelma (the good twin), and asked her to take over the remainder of the day's work load.
Annie went over to the well worn old mahogany desk, and reached back into a secret cubbyhole; drawing out a thick manila envelope. She sorted through the bundles of bills from inside the envelope, and carried a stack out to Thelma, who was now flour covered, and rosy cheeked, intent on making a batch of bread that would make her mentor proud.
Annie set a tall stack of bills on the counter next to the heavy oak table, and told her that something had come up, she was going to be away from the shop for an extended time, and the money she'd set there should cover Thelma's wages, and any expenditures that would be needed for the shop.
Thelma looked up with surprise, raising a questioning eyebrow. Annie shook her head, Not now. I'll be in touch. You've been a good student, and I'm leaving the shop in capable hands.
Annie went to the back room, which also was her bedroom, gathered up some toiletries, picked up her vintage Winchester 70 (one needed something for protection!) and a box of ammo. She slung the strap of her field glasses over one shoulder, and her most important piece of equipment, her Panasonic Lumix camera, over the other ( checking the bag to insure she had back up memory chips and battery charger).
That was it! She unwound her chignon, braided her hair into a single plait, and shoved her Tilley hat down firmly onto her head.
She climbed into her jeep, unfolded a map retrieved from the glove box, and headed north and west....
[narrator's voice over]
I wonder who she will meet along the way.....
What I need, she thought, is an adventure. I need a change of scenery, something completely different from my little bakery/fiber arts shop. True, I have the ocean just a block away, and all the comforts of civilization, but I've never been west of the Mississippi. Its time!
With that, she called to her apprentice, Thelma (the good twin), and asked her to take over the remainder of the day's work load.
Annie went over to the well worn old mahogany desk, and reached back into a secret cubbyhole; drawing out a thick manila envelope. She sorted through the bundles of bills from inside the envelope, and carried a stack out to Thelma, who was now flour covered, and rosy cheeked, intent on making a batch of bread that would make her mentor proud.
Annie set a tall stack of bills on the counter next to the heavy oak table, and told her that something had come up, she was going to be away from the shop for an extended time, and the money she'd set there should cover Thelma's wages, and any expenditures that would be needed for the shop.
Thelma looked up with surprise, raising a questioning eyebrow. Annie shook her head, Not now. I'll be in touch. You've been a good student, and I'm leaving the shop in capable hands.
Annie went to the back room, which also was her bedroom, gathered up some toiletries, picked up her vintage Winchester 70 (one needed something for protection!) and a box of ammo. She slung the strap of her field glasses over one shoulder, and her most important piece of equipment, her Panasonic Lumix camera, over the other ( checking the bag to insure she had back up memory chips and battery charger).
That was it! She unwound her chignon, braided her hair into a single plait, and shoved her Tilley hat down firmly onto her head.
She climbed into her jeep, unfolded a map retrieved from the glove box, and headed north and west....
[narrator's voice over]
I wonder who she will meet along the way.....
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