Edward's Ice Cream Truck Adventures

I've had a good time following the cicadas, but now I'm in Missouri, and I've had enough. Even though their noise has more been than effective in drowning out other noises, I'll be glad to not hear them for another seven years. Tomorrow I'll be taking the ice cream truck back to my usual haunts, the parks and playgrounds near Winsome Headquarters.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

My experiment came to a premature conclusion today at the Birch Street Nursing Home after Mrs. Henley decided to leave the poker game. Since the goal of the experiment was to determine whether breakfast is indeed the most important meal of the day by seeing how those who didn't get the meal performed at poker, Mrs. Henley realized the way to get breakfast was to stop playing. The other patients in the unfed group quickly followed her lead. However, based on the data I was able to compile over the last four weeks, I think it's fair to conclude that it is important to have breakfast.

Grandmother Winsome's Tips For Better Living

Kiddies, I’ve received a few emails from fans letting me know that May is Mental Health Awareness Month, and that one of the suggestions made by psychologists to improve mental health is to keep a gratitude journal. While I know it’s a little late in the month to be commenting on this, it's important to point out that not everything you’re grateful for should be entered into the journal. The night watchman at the bank having a nasty bout of diarrhea and the woman's screams being muffled by her turtleneck sweater would not be wise entries.

Grandmother Winsome's Legal Advice

If you suspect an associate is wearing a wire, invite him or her to take a dip in the pool before discussing business.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

The internet is back to normal at Winsome Headquarters. It was down for several days because Grandmother's new robot maid had gained access and change the password. It's a shame that Grandmother had to dismantle another robot, but I'm glad we can get online again. Anyway, at the Birch Street Nursing on Saturday I continued my experiment to determine whether breakfast really is the most important meal of the day. The unfed group of patients did poorly at the poker table, the same result as the previous three weeks, adding evidence to the notion that breakfast is important. The experiment will continue Saturday.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

My new experiment continued at the Birch Street Nursing Home today, as I attempt to answer once and for all whether breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Each Saturday for the duration of the experiment, I'm withholding breakfast from half the patients. And then I see how not starting the day with the meal affects their poker play. The first two weeks showed a significant difference between the fed group and the unfed group, and that trend continued today. However, I could not count some of the hands toward my data, because members of the unfed group got so frustrated sometimes that they threw their cards on the floor, and those hands weren't finished. I'll be curious to see how they do next Saturday when the experiment continues.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

Is breakfast the most important meal of the day? My new experiment at the Birch Street Nursing Home is designed to answer this important question. Each Saturday for the duration of the experiment, I'm withholding breakfast from half the patients. And then I see how not starting the day with the meal affects their poker play. Last week, the unfed group won only twenty percent of the hands, and one of the players from that group took bites out of two of the cards. On Monday, I bought a new deck of playing cards, and used the laminating machine at school to protect each of the cards just in case Mrs. Henley tries to take a bite out of another one. And I'm glad I did, because more than once I saw her putting a card in her mouth. The data today backs up what I observed last week, that breakfast is important. The unfed group did even worse this week, winning only sixteen percent of the hands. I also noticed that the unfed group was more likely to complain about getting bad cards. The experiment will continue next Saturday.