Trouble Maker

The Orphanage's newest monster is a real handful. I don't know how I'll ever find a home for him , he can't seem to stay of trouble. 

            He can be pretty nice to be around sometimes.

        But then sometimes he snaps and starts to act out.

It's hard to stay mad at him for too long though , he puts on his sorry eyes and I really do think he feels bad.

 

Still , I try and discipline . What sort of Headmistress would I be if it went soft on the orphans? I try and keep a firm hand.

But I must be doing something wrong , because his behavior gets worse and worse!

And his sorry eyes get sorrier and sorrier.

 

Sometimes I think we have turned a corner. Bird watching is a harmless and fun activity , I thought to myself.

 

     But it turned out to be more like bird noshing. Bad monster!














    It's a good thing playing nasty tricks has it's own consequence.

Nobody really wants to play with you.

The Move

Earlier this summer , the monsters of the Foster Monster Orphanage packed up their belongings and moved across town. This move was partially encouraged by the Headmistress' sneaking suspicion that an unfriendly anti-monster operative was watching the Orphanage. Another very good reason was that the Orphanage wasn't really up to code and was partially collapsing.

Of course the Headmistress was rather preoccupied in ways that diverted her attention from the Orphanage and from the monsters. Summer can cast a certain spell , and thus the monsters were spending quite a bit of time at home by themselves.

In many ways this was good for them. They got to catch up on their reading.

Because the Headmistress wasn't around they got to lay around in bed eating whatever they wanted. However , having grown up on a strict diet of rotten meat , their taste buds were not well versed  in tasty treats at all.

 The monsters were doing an Okay job entertaining themselves home alone. But it wasn't all fun and games. For one thing , the Headmistress didn't build them another Orphanage to sleep in , so they were on their own every night to find a comfortable place to rest.

 

With any luck the Headmistress will soon return her attention the little monsters who so badly need her to find much more suitable places to stay then the spare change jar.

Worries

It was the dead of night in the Headmistress' quarters...

The cries of little monsters woke me , whimpering in the dark by my feet.

 

'My goodness , what in the world is the matter with you?' I asked them. 

'We are scared!' They cried. ' We heard somebody outside the Orphanage rustling about , we can see his eyes in the darkness!' .  They were totally beside themselves with fear.

'That is complete nonsense.' I scolded them. ' There isn't anyone outside watching you , I wish there was! Maybe THEY could adopt you , wouldn't THAT be nice!' But I could tell they were very upset. Even though the monsters are not allowed to sleep anywhere but their drafty Orphanage rooms , I let them crawl into my comfy bed for the night.

 

 

I didn't want to worry them any further , but I actually WAS a little worried that we were being watched.........

 

 

The other night I saw a strange man taking pictures outside the tall iron Orphanage fence.

I didn't like they way he looked in. He didn't ring the doorbell , and I didn't think he had come to make any adoptions.

Maybe it was my imagination playing tricks on me.....

Was someone lurking around the Orphanage? What did they want? Why had they come?

Who would want to do us any harm?

Momster

Dearest readers.  As fun as it is , running the Orphanage for Wayward monsters is my heart's true work , and I consider it one of the shiniest facets on the gem that is my life. To love and provide homes for my monsters means the world to me , and I consider myself no less than the mother of my creations.

Today I would like to make a simple tribute to my own mother , who both was born and passed away on this very day. Her presence and her absence shaped me in countless ways , and my heart expands with love and sadness , illuminated by her light.

Happy Birthday , Mom.

The Daily Orphan : Day 6

Well , it's Saturday. I guess I was hoping this day wasn't going to come , but it has.  Orphie is on his own journey now, without me. I already am missing him. I'd be lying to say I didn't shed a few quiet tears.

Sometimes it's hard to remember that hard Goodbyes make room for big Hellos , but I think it's true. Maybe Orphie will contact me someday , from his new home.  I sure hope so.  Good luck out there Little One , I love you.

 

The Daily Orphan: Day 5

This has certainly been a record breaking blog week for me! And a record breaking day! Two posts! This one is about what happened today . I won't include the part of today I spent blogging about yesterday , that seems too meta ( or something) .

As the week has gone by I've gotten really attached to Orphie. I can't believe it's almost Saturday. For anyone who has followed all week , something is going to happen tomorrow. I'm still not ready to talk about it. Lets talk about today instead.....

Today started off in one of my favorite ways , breakfast with Evan. We scrounged up our quarters and went down the street to the teeny tiniest little place , The Koffee Pot.  This was a really good choice for Orphie too ,  the place is practically as little as he is! We got one of the 3 tables in there , so lucky!

You can't see my French Toast in this picture , but it was delicious! I think Evan is scolding Orphie for trying to take a bite of his breakfast. He is always blaming poor little Orphie for things he hasn't done!

It was rainy again today. I like to wear really bright colors weather it's cloudy or not.  I'm snuggling Orphie close because he is nervous. I think it's because of what I've planned to do before work.....

I pass this scary looking abandoned shack on the walk to work everyday. I've always been curious about it. Lafayette is not a place to have houses that look like this , it's normal in my neighborhood , but not here. I think it looks haunted. I wanted to snoop around a little.

We scrambled up the hill and peeked through the fence. I get freaked out pretty easy and I thought I could hear some rustling in the house , the door was ajar but Orphie* was too chicken to go in.        *The Headmistress

climbing up the hill turned out to be the hard way , as there was an entrance around the back.  One little flyer in the mailbox , and one little monster. Time was up for us , time to head to work! Maybe we will investigate another day.

Work was pretty ok. This is Orphie at work next to a sewing machine with our treat of the day! It's not a cookie like the last couple days , but it was Orphie sized and yummy!

I am currently turning these things into dinner! As I'm writing this! Look how healthy I can be! This probably cancels out the French Toast ,  pink donut , and 2 bags of potato chips that I had during the rest of the day. Oh dear , today is over. Pity.