Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

First TToT of 2020 (Grat Item Number 3)

First TToT …ever? Hold on. lemme go look (Grat 5)

First Wakefield Doctrine post… regardless of readability? (Totally gots to be Number 4)

First Host of the TToT  that’s too easy. ok, all hosts of the TToT (Grat Number Eight)

First Music (video) used in a post… Coming in at 7

First Book completed …(funny you should mention it, working on the re-write and trying to find another story to write down. Please give me your first impressions of the little excerpt at Number Six)

First Secret Rule among all Secret Rules, (‘the one, the only, Secret Rule 1.3!!’ at number 10 of course!)

First Principle (well, this is the Wakefield Doctrine and if you didn’t come across something oddly interesting, you’d wonder if there was a stand-in writing this post, which, for the sake of argument, might be a roger, but then, if you’ve been keeping up with your Wakefield Doctrine studies, you’d recognize the change, as the writing style of a roger is easily distinguishable from that of a clark), so First Principle here at the Doctrine? Reality is, to a small, but significant degree, personal. Lets put this bad boy right at what ever number is left over.

First canine (gracing our home with her presence) Una at Number One

First human, Phyllis at an honorable Number Two

Provide for the pack
Family of three, one spirit
Each for the other

1) Una ↓

2) Phyllis ↑

3) Thank you to Kristi for maintaining the ‘hop

4) From June 25, 2009  This post

5) From June 7th of 2013 ( “the tao of gratitude the Wakefield Doctrine (a blog hop that will not only be fun… but useful too!)”

6)

Standing at the bay window overlooking the driveway, the real estate broker made a conscious effort to throw his shoulders back and assume a confident posture. The muffled crunch of tire-compressed shells signaled the approach of visitors to his Open House. A frown, forming above his eyes, tried to rally the rest of his body behind the certainty that the car contained nothing but open house tourists; only this and nothing more. Surely they would be unable, or, he amended, at the sight of the late model Aston Martin, unwilling to pay the price of owning the house that surrounded him.

Grey-on-white eyebrows gathered in tired conspiracy as he reminded himself why he still had the listing. He’d convinced the seller that he would a buyer before the first snow fell. Watching the the DB11 stop directly before the front entrance, he became certain these were not the next owners of ‘The Keeper’. For no reason, the thought following his assessment of the young couple approaching the door, almost as an aside, What a stupid name. This house deserves a better name than ‘The Keeper’.

A sudden impulse to stand in the open doorway and shout, ‘Go away, we’re not home!’ passed without touching the world.

Years of experience triggered a quick survey of the interior of the house. A living room that ran from the small entry hall through the center of the house. The butler’s door on the left wall, leading to the kitchen was as still as an oil painting. To the right, a broad staircase grew out of the paneled-wall and rose to the second floor.

Filled with tired and worn furnishings, the house rudely interrupted any positive first impression with the assertion, ‘No one lives here anymore’. The broker’s shadow, fleeing the disheartened light of a November afternoon, was that of a broken man. Cast behind him, as if refusing to leave the house, narrow arms and thin legs drawn in charcoal bent at unhealthy angles over the furniture.

“Anyone home?” The owner of a voice that clearly didn’t care what the answer to his inquiry was, stepped into the entry hall. Behind him, like Peter Pan’s shadow, was a young woman.

“I’m Bob Darling and this is my wife, Wendy,” with his right hand extended like a medieval knight’s lance, the man stepped forward.

The agent felt the upwards twitch of an eyebrow and glanced first at the man and then the woman. The man was looking at the interior of the house and the woman offered the slightest hint of a smile, a practiced signal to anyone appreciating the story-time echoes of her married name.

7) The first music video? Now this is what is fun about living in the world of the Outsider, aka clarks… the first use of video was in this Post. (I won’t take the fun out of it. Go see for yourself)

8) Lizzi, Josie(Wendy) and Kristi

9) Goes without saying, that leaves this item for that First Principle thing… lol jeez, the universe is about two friends shy of being weirder than we are.

10) SR 1.3

music

my all-time favorite for a rainy saturday TToT post

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