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

This is the Ten Things of Thankful bloghop. Welcome to all. (Pro Tip: see what we did there? You’re welcome. You never know, when you’re writing a TToT and someone shouts, “More cowbell!” You’re all set.)

This week the Wakefield Doctrine submits the following list of people, places and things that have elicited the emotional response of gratitude.

1) Una

2) Phyllis (working from her outdoor-Outdoor office.)

3) the Wakefield Doctrine (’cause, qua non, ya know? sine qua non)

4) serial stories to write, read and enjoy ‘the Whitechapel Interlude’ and ‘the Case of the Missing Fig Leaf’ (an Ian Devereaux mystery)

5) Six Sentence Story (bloghop where you can find the above serial story, new installment each week)

6) Hey! We know there lies in the hearts of you, the Average Reader, a burning curiosity about the inner workings of the High Council of the TToT Hostinae (Long May They Reign). Well, this week, they’ve posed a question regarding the upcoming holidays. A little piacere nostro!

“Both holidays in December fall on a Saturday!” Exalted Leader, Dyanne announced.

“Well, technically, one of them is not only not in December and, in fact, falls in an entirely New Year.” offered Pat, with a comforting smile, the better to soothe the emotional waves that her observation might incite.

“I would be happy to suggest that, perhaps, we might take, you know, the weekends off? Only if we all concur and perhaps...” Lisa brightened the atmosphere of the meeting room with her ameliorative suggestion.

“I distinctly recall saying in my email that we would decide this as a group! What good is it to have a monogram HCM of the TToT on our lingerie if we don’t do something!” Dyanne stood, the top of the high-back chair struck the floor before the legs ceased their sliding. “Mimi!! Where is Mimi!!”

The Hall (of the High Council) had the acoustic qualities of an Elizabethan opera hall, as a result it reached all parts of the massive stone structure; even the scullery maids stopped at the sound of the shorted interrogatives.

Without fanfare of prelude, the butler’s door swung wide, without apparent cause and there appeared a figure, casting a shadow without measure. Mimi smiled at all in attendance, before looking towards the end of the table. “Why, I would be only too happy to ask him to weigh in on the question,” slight applauding from the kitchen escaped on the final back-swinging of the door, brass hand plate glowing. “If I might suggest…”

The hall suddenly became as quiet, as she remembers a metaphor from her favorite serial story author, ‘…as quiet as a foreclosed church’. Turning, she stared up into the eyes of the Head of the Council with a determination that made argument as futile as getting an old blogger to stop writing and continued, “I’ll ask that he have his people do a Polling. They’re always up for group stuff.”

7) Poll

8) something, something

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10) Secret Rule 1.3 (what kind of Secret Rule would this be, if we, like, just came out and printed it here?) ok, Hint: You’re all Typety McType-Type and the Grat Items are appearing on your monitor like… well, being Saturday, like bacon spatters on a black solid-surface stove top during a rushed breakfast prep. Damn! I miss those incredibly-painful-but-mercifully-brief sparks of pain when you turn the bacon with the heat too high. Those were the days. oh, yeah, hint.  So you’re moving through the list and you crest over Grat Item Six. What do you see in the near distance? Yep! The finish line. Don’t that make you feel…

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