WELCOME TO DAISY DROPS

Written, recorded (on a zoom call with Mom), and edited (with difficulty) by Daisy - that's me! Yes, there may be a little room for improvement - I'm getting a better mic and practicing vocally vexatious tongue twisters every day. The next episode in February should have a nice glow-up. Tune-in and see!

Ps. Here is the 'boring' material I left out of the show (that's reverse psychology...but if I tell you that, does it reverse the reverse? Whatever! Just read this. Please.)

When I got back to the Lodge, there was an envelope in my employee mail slot marked 'FY👁️ Only'. I took it to our favorite parlor to open, and inside was a Lodge key-card and a note, which read: 

Miss Daisy, you are hereby promoted to Special Assistant to the General Manager (not Special Assistant General Manager, sorry). This key-card opens every electronic lock in the Lodge. Miss Hazzard modified it (some might say hacked) to be untraceable, and it will never expire. I did not approve this alteration and know nothing about it. Ahem.

While perusing the Lodge's original blueprints – something she apparently enjoyed in her spare time – Cherie found what appeared to be an old room that was never wired for key-card access. When she showed it to me, I recalled that Sultan, our lobby lion (That's what she looks like to me, anyhow), has a wooden collar, and on it is a carved wooden key (I concede lion's do not usually wear collars). Miss Hazzard said she was intimately familiar with Sultan – at which point she blushed – and would check it out. Later, she said she replicated the key with the Lodge's 3D printer (I didn't know we had such a thing – did you?), and would look for the room when she had time.

Well, you know Miss Hazzard and time – they often seemed to be unfamiliar with the concept of each other (Did she tell you about the time I found her in the parlor at 4am watching a sumo wrestling tournament live from Japan while nibbling from a plate of sushi obtained from who-knows-where? I admit to aiding and abetting such behavior by procuring a bottle of sake from the cellar. But I digress). The last time we spoke, she said she never got around to exploring the room itself. I told her to pass the key on to you, as you have a similar spirit of adventure. She said she would leave it someplace where you were sure to 'step on it'. I trust you know or can deduce what that is supposed to mean.

One more thing: you might not want to mention your promotion (or the key, or the Whackamolé Movie Club), to the new General Manager until you're sure they have the same... esprit de corps, shall we say.

It's been a pleasure getting to know you, and I wish you all the best,

Henry Davies

A secret promotion! A lost room! A hidden key! See, I told you it was boring.

TO BE CONTINUED...

NEXT DAISY ♒ DROP: 2/15/26

NEXT STATUS 🌿 REPORT: 7/15/26