Precious Peeps it’s a Pathetic Poor Pity here on hump day. It is not happy!
I am stressed out.
Yesterday Granny nearly killed me walking in the heat and then when we came home she went crazy like a tornado stripping beds and doing the laundry and preparing food for the evening meal all because she was going to the pool to play with Auntie Lori.
At midday I was confined to my chamber to “rest” till she came back and the Gizz was left with Grandpa.
While she was away I don’t know what the Gizz did but Grandpa started feeling funny. His little heart was racing.
So when Granny returned at 4:00 pm he told her he wasn’t feeling so good so she hooked him up to his oxygen but still his little ticker was tocking way too fast so Granny called the squad.
They arrived in five minutes and whizzed him off to the hospital.
Problem was Granny went with him.
So there I was starving and thirsty and dying for a pee and still confined to my quarters!!!
My Dad was miles away for work and eventually went and got Granny and they came home at 10:00 PM.
The Doctors did all sorts of blood test and x-rays and such and found Grandpa had pneumonia so they started him on a drip with the famous Fleming formulation.
This morning he is much brighter and his ticker is now tocking at 83 and we are hoping he’ll be home soon.
Scooby will provide updates as I’m exhausted and have once more been confined to “rest”
Ma was saying last night that she wished her Dad was still around so he could enjoy a Barr’s whiskey.
His preferred tipple was Bells and he always had to have it in a “fine” glass.
Of course his namesake Barr’s wasn’t around then but it is a very mellow blend that Ma discovered at the bargain basement price of $30 for 1.75 litres.
My Dad loves it and has one “medicinal” serving each evening.
We have now accumulated, over the course of the past year I hasten to say, several empty bottles that Ma is keeping for Christmas.
She plans to use them for nonalcoholic beverages at the tearoom and maybe the odd punch for our parties at home.
If that doesn’t work we’ll have flowers in them instead!
Grandpa could no doubt have helped her empty a few more.
Alas he’s only able to cheer us on with Bells from above but we still celebrate good thoughts of him!
Ma knows this well but what did she subject me to yesterday morning for two hours? The Olympic cycling road race and peloton.
Now part of the interest was that Ireland was holding second place in the leading group but that was not all.
The race took place in the area where our family lived when Ma was based in Paris. The county of Les Yvelines.
Specifically they lived in a village called Noisy Le Roi and Ma kept oohing and ahhing and look look looking to Dad about all the places the race was passing through that they knew.
She was so emotional that she had to text auntie Laura who lived there too to get her to watch the course.
They agreed that they could almost smell the bread and cheese and all the flowers at the Saturday street markets!
Ma did a lot of gym classes before COVID but when the gyms closed during the pandemic she decided that she loved walking me more than doing Zumba and the like.
She has been faithful to the trots but the positive impact of our long walks was diminished by opening a tearoom and sampling way too many of her own products.
She’s got very chunky and all her clothes, even the super stretchy ones are too tight so each new month she weighs herself.
First thing is she nearly faints that she’s managed to pile on more pounds. Frankly I don’t know why this comes as a surprise.
She then commits to turning over a new leaf and doing something about it.
So it was yesterday, being the start of August, she put the paws on the pointer.
Since we have only five months left in the year she has again drawn a line in the sand and is ready to start the salads.
This may last until this evening or she may give the willpower a kick in the butt and get on a roll.
I will keep you posted on progress but if we start now we should be back to pre Covid composition by Christmas. Just in time for feasting!!!
Ma came home yesterday and I could smell dog and it wasn’t me or the niece or any of my close associates.
We each have our own perfume and this wasn’t one of them.
I gave Ma the once over and the interrogative eye and she confessed.
Seems as she was leaving our subdivision yesterday morning she encountered a big girl running loose close to the main road.
Ma called to the dog to come over and it happily got into her car.
Ma inspected its tag and found a number to call.
The owner said she had no means to come pick it up as her car had broken down so Ma delivered it safely home.
The rascal lived in the adjoining neighborhood and must have run through the back yards to get to our area.
Ma thought she could get away with someone else’s dog hugging up to her and riding in MY car and leaving hair all over her and MY BACK SEAT but NO WAY.
If I ever catch scent of that hound I’ll give it a good dressing down.
The great thing about having diversity in the household is that you can cheer for many teams.
The niece and me were born in USA so that’s obvious but if the USA is not in line for a medal we can cheer for the bro born in China or Dad born in India.
Ma gives us additional options. See she is British being from the North of Ireland but when Ireland is in the medals we forget all about the border.
So it was that yesterday we were beyond happy to see Ireland win bronze in ladies breaststroke. First swimming medal since 1996.
Way to go Mona. Be sure to take a trip to the louvre and get your pic taken with your name sake. We reckon you’re a lot prettier!
Booming Banter 