Sorry for the gap in my posts. I threatened to fire Grandma if she didn’t get back to work. She’s been busy getting things in order around here in our new home. This is what I’ve been putting up with:
She came in the door last week announcing, “I finally got us a Shark!” She was carrying a big box.
“What do you mean?” I was nervous. It sounded like I might be invited to a meal with me as the main dish!
“Look! A vacuum cleaner!” she was so happy, but not me. Vacuum cleaners are loud. What may seem normal loud to person is super-sonic loud to me because of these:
“We haven’t had a vacuum cleaner since we left the house in Joseph!” I protested.
“I know,” Grandma smiled with glee. “We haven’t needed one since I hurt my head and with all the hopping around we’ve done. But we’ve been in this house for two months now. The floor needs cleaning.”
She gave no consideration to more conversation in my attempts to delay the inevitable.
I DO NOT LIKE VACUUM CLEANERS!
I’m glad the living room was not that big. When she turned it off to move furniture back in place, I scooted back to my recliner, my safe place.
“Petey,” Grandma scolded. “If you had stayed in your chair all along, this would not have been a problem.”
“I just don’t like vacuum cleaners. They are loud and things disappear when they come by. I didn’t want you to lose me! ” I tried to give her a word picture of what that vacuum cleaner looked like to me:
Grandma picked me up and held me close. “I’m not going to lose you,” she assured me. “Next time, I’ll let you take a nap in the car so this won’t bother you. How’s that?”
“I’d like that a lot.” I tried to kiss her.
Next time I’ll explain to everyone how to speak Petey. NOFACE is not a typo.
Anyway, since Grandma is posting this, she gets to keep her job. It will be fun catching up with everyone!