Monday, July 29th, 2013
(still?)
Today, so far, has been…well,
slow, I guess. I woke up a LOT earlier then I would have liked to. Rose was a
bugger this morning, shushing the dog, arguing with Graydon, so on and so
forth. Breakfast was wheat-infested cereal, a treat that made me swell up like
a fatty (excuse me, horizontally challenged personage) been to McDonalds once
to often. Anyway, mom made up a rather long
list of things we have to do in order to sell this house, then she decided
to take her brand new bike back…wow, she like never treats herself. She said it didn’t suit her, and that she wasn’t really comfortable. Willow and or
Graydon was (were) going to accompany her, so I was chill. I’m the kind of
person who likes to stay at home, who
enjoys some quiet and alone time. So
when Willow (put off by a bulbous cold sore) decided to stay back, mom said “I
think you should come, Grace. And I have to trust my intuition.” Or something
like that, to put off Graydon. He couldn’t fit in the car, thank god. When I have to go out, it’s nice when it’s just
mom and I, and we can talk. She got her books that she ordered (yes, we stopped
the post office), all by that Malidimia person (Malidoma, whatever) he rights
about religion and rituals and stuff. He’s from Africa, and I read some of that
as we drove in our bumpy, sometimes veggie
oil, right hand drive Pajero. Anyway, Al, the owner of the Lunenburg Bike Barn
wasn’t there, so returning her bike was relatively easy. (He called later on in
the day, and I’m pretty sure if he had been in, returning the bike would have
been 100 times more hustling. (So if you ever want to return a bike, wait till
Al is out.)) Then we had to go to the Great Dane. All right, Willow and I are
no longer employed; we (mom and I) decided to quit when we learned of their money
issues. (We weren’t getting paid). They still didn’t have money for us, ugh, and they are starting to really pst me off. (Pst is my way of saying something else.) Next we went into this new
shop with really cool clothing and got me a grey, awesome hat. The lady was eccentric,
saying I looked good in everything and that I should be a model, ext, ext. Next
mom got the both of us some super-sweet green food dye, minty flavored,
chocolate chip, homemade ice-cream. It was good, but it made us both feel a
little iffy, if you know what I mean. We have this adorable, pitiful blue jay
in our care right now. A whole family of them moved into our backyard ‘cause of
the duck seed, and then Lucy (fat poppy’s sister, Princes Lucy Lu the Goose)
caught one. Mom took it to the vet and it’s wings are NOT broken, thank god,
but it’s still a sorry sight, hopping about a screeching at us when we try to
feed it. It bites too, I mean, dude, we are trying to help you, biting just making me drop
you. The horseflies suck in the woods right now. First there’ll just be one
flying around your head, and you swat at it, and then it flies off, and your
like, thank god! And, guess what, he comes back, with all of his relations! Anyway, nothing much else to report on,
other then the fact I have to go, as Graydon so aptly put, “Time for dinner.”
I guess I’ll chat later.
