A rare opportunity for an evening out presented itself to Fr Pickwick when he heard that the Tallis Scholars would be nearby, a mere two-and-a-half hour jaunt away in Princeton. The Pickwicks excitedly began planning for a date. Mrs Pickwick inveigled an innocent teenager into babysitting, picked out her outfit (after choosing nine others the… Continue reading The Pickwicks in Princeton
Mrs Pickwick scored a small victory in the kitchen this morning. Even before fortifying herself with coffee, she captured and then perfectly sliced a mango! Just look at this lovely unmangled mango. Usually, even if her technique is perfect, the mango is mushy because she was saving it for just the right day. Also, to… Continue reading Any Way You Slice It
Feisty: “Is ‘U’ a vowel?” Busy: “No. I’m not a vowel.”
So, as I hinted yesterday, there is a global crisis at the moment and perhaps you feel as if your life has been upended and is in more chaos than the Pickwickian abode on a good day. Perhaps you have been devouring news articles, social media, letters from your pastors and bishops, helpful quotes, inspiring… Continue reading Mrs. Pickwick’s Promise
Mrs. Pickwick has been nagging the children to pick up their things since the dawn of time. She has generously provided hooks, cubbies, baskets, shelves, labels, drawers, three-dimensional maps, and in a desperate attempt to keep with the times, real-time satellite tracking of all socks. It has never worked. However, this week, for the first… Continue reading It’s the Little Things