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Saturday, February 29, 2020

A Detective in Training

A Detective in Training
I have often described Mrs. C as a regular Sherlock Homes.  She can take the slightest clue and discern information from it that allows her to make uncanny deductions.

If I wanted to pull the wool over her eyes in any way, it would be futile.

Mrs. C knows all.

The other day at dinner she asked me,

“What do you need?”

“My knife is dirty…wait, how did you know I needed anything.”

“You raised your eyes to the left, where the waitress always passes, I knew you were looking for her for something.”

“You are scary, you know that?”

Just the day before, she came home from work and asked,

“Did you have trouble replacing the battery in the smoke alarm.”

“Not too much, only when…hey, wait a minute, how did you know I changed the battery?”

“I saw the plastic from the battery packet in the recycle bin, and the step stool was moved a bit from its usual place.”

“You are scary, you know that?”

“I observe.”

Last night coming home from the store, we were waiting at a light to turn out of the mall parking lot and I told her,

“That car in front of us is going to the gas station on the left.”

“How do you know?”

“It is elementary my dear Sherlock.  Did you notice his trunk just popped open a little?”

“I thought I saw some movement.”

“He meant to pop open his gas tank cover and pulled the wrong lever.  I do it all the time.  He is going to pull into the gas station on the left.”

The light changed and the car in front did indeed pull into the gas station.

“Ah Grasshopper, you are learning my ways.”

“Not Grasshopper, but Watson to your Sherlock.”


  1. Sherlock Holmes: I hear there's been a crime at the grocery store.

    Doctor Watson: What happened?"

    Sherlock Holmes: Male, about thirty, covered in Raisin Bran and dead as a doornail.

    Doctor Holmes: Didn't we have one covered in Frosted Flakes yesterday? I wonder what is happening!

    Sherlock Holmes: Elementary my dear Watson. This is the work of a cereal killer.


    That master detective, Sherlock Holmes, was sitting on his chair beside the fireplace calmly reading a book when suddenly, his good partner, Dr. Watson came in. Sherlock Holmes looked at his friend and smiled, saying, "Why, Dr. Watson, don't you think the weather is a bit hot for you to be wearing your red flannel underwear?" Dr. Watson was shocked by this incredible and wonderful logic. "My good man," he gasped, "How did you know I was wearing my red flannel underwear?" Holmes smiled wider and put down his book. He explained, "Elementary, my dear Watson. You forgot to put your pants on."

    God bless.

  2. Wow, she really is good! Seems like some of her tactics are rubbing off on you too! Perhaps a detective team down the line?


  3. Teamwork makes the dream work!

  4. There is a book titled How To Think Like Sherlock, by Daniel Smith. Maybe you could read it, learn his techniques, and impress her with how much you've picked up.

    1. ooooh! I have to find myself a copy of that one.

  5. This is great :)
    I love you two, I really do. When I win lotto I'll come and visit.
    Unless the orange skinned one has closed the borders...

  6. That's impressive! You could be another Jessica Fletcher! Your observational skills are great, and you're already a writer. Of course, you're not a woman, but that's not necessarily a deal-breaker these days...

  7. Thanks for the smiles. I can always rely on your blog to cheer me up and make me laugh.

  8. I love your blog but sometimes, like this one, I enjoy the comments even more.

  9. :-) I so enjoyed this post! I call it "women's intuition" that comes from years of trying to figure out what your kids are trying to keep you from noticing....but comparing her to Sherlock works too!

  10. Ha ha, you two are a pair and good to see you are holding your own against the master.

  11. Catalyst: I love my wife.

    Watson: Why is that, Sherlock, er, Catalyst?

    Catalyst: Alimentary, my dear Watson.

  12. Thanks for these anecdotal observations and keen deductions. Whenever I encounter such things I am transported to gas-lit, fogbound streets where it is always 1895.

  13. wow !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    she is amazing indeed
    how great you are adopting her attitude