Semi-Daily Scribbles

A new priority crowded out all that had been previously important to Johnette Crabtree. She made things with wire, twigs, dried apple slices, and creamy peanut butter. Guests found the mobiles uncomely as they spun above bed rails, or the commodes. Finches liked Johnette's artistry just fine. However, Johnette's days of genteel hospitality were drawing to a close. Her inheritance dwindled to an uncomfortable level, and she vowed not to become the downtrodden protagonist of a riches to rags story. Johnette missed Mama and Papa so very dearly, and thanked them nightly in her prayers for their generosity and sound business sense. Sadly, the manufacturing of hospital fixtures had seen better days. Johnette Crabtree needed to get a job. Her first one ever, outside the drafty family home.