Greetings Passionate Public. Bet that woke you up.
I don’t usually publish midweek but the Grey Gizzard is feeling very imperious and won’t engage in combat right now so I’ve nothing better to do than write.
Yesterday Granny was off all day so after our big walk she did a crockpot clean it all up cooking session. She takes all the veggies that are looking tired and chops them into small bits and slowly cooks them for hours with minced meat. It’s really fun because I get the ends of carrots and celery all to myself because the Gizz doesn’t eat those. He’s such a fussy old fellow.
When she was clearing out the onion bin I found a box of balls hidden beside it. She let me have one and it kept me amused for about an hour even though it was meant to be indestructible I managed to shred it.
We then had our lunch and went to her chamber for a nice nap. The Gizz hates it when I enter his territory. He eventually succumbs to slumbers. You should have seen him sprawled out snoring he looked so stupid. I could have taken him out in a second but of course being a compassionate critter I did not.
Refreshed we returned to do more cooking and eating.
My philosophy on that is make the most of every moment.
I’ve really learned a lot from my Granny. She’s so good. We gals gotta stick together in this man cave.
She has started scraping the basement door as soon as Ma and me arise from our chamber.
The bro no doubt is still snoring below so Ma let’s her out of the dungeon she shares with him in fear she many have an urgency that results in our asphyxiation and a massive cleanup. It’s potential worse that a nuke her poop.
That in itself is not the cause for the return of hostilities it’s what happens next.
Instead of a leisurely graze through my fruhstuck I am forced to gulp down every morsel while she stands poised like the panzer division beside me ready to pounce on my bowl. Should I turn away for a second she’s into it.
Thus freed from overnight digestion and replete with food that should have been all mine she starts.
Round and round and round in circles she goes taunting me terribly.
I am getting too old for this.
A new strategy is needed to bring this enemy under control.
I may need to retreat for a day or two to draw up plans but I have a major force on my side.
Dad has pulled out the history books and we’ve set up the map room in the office with the glass door.