Usually I’m very chipper of a Friday but I’m feeling depressed as Grandpa is not here.
Even though he yells at me when I step on his tootsies or when I play chase or try to chew up shoes or socks he is very generous with the cookies.
Every morning when we come back from our trot he gives me and Grumpy custard creams.
I miss them and I also miss his snuggles as he is my favorite pillow of an evening when we watch TV
I understand he has to stay in hospital till they get to the bottom of his blip on the high road of life but I frankly feel lost without him.
Grumpy is no help because he’s even more upset than me. Just moping around like a big ugly turnip.
We found out yesterday when all the blood results came in that Grandpa has a viral infection not pneumonia as originally suspected. His cardiologist has inspected all his test reports and has proclaimed that his ticker is doing well.
Will y’all please petition the big guy upstairs to get Grandpa released soon.
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!!!
Booming Banter 