Precious Peeps it’s PITS here to heave you over the Humpty.
Just one more week to go until CHRISTMAS!
I’m going to do my very best to be PERFECT these next days as Santa may very well be so impressed with my endeavors that he forgets my earlier little slip up .
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He’s old so it’s not hard to forget. He’s probably like Granny she sometimes doesn’t remember why she went from one room to another until she comes back to GO!
I’m a tad concerned that those reindeer the big guy uses to get around may say bad things about me as those deer all talk too much.
I’ve never said a bad thing about anyone’s nose though so I’ll just go ahead and keep mine clean and suggest you do likewise.
It was a funny old day yesterday. Ma had to go early for her biennial bone density measurement.
She forgot that she shouldn’t take her multivitamin and calcium supplement and they were down her throat before you could say rock and roll.
She kept quiet and no one asked so she may come out 500 mg stronger than previously recorded.
When she came back we went for a walk. Weight bearing exercise is good for the old spine and joints and she bears a lot more than she did last time she had her scan.
After we returned I heard her ask Dad if he wanted to go out with her.
He said sure and they took off at eleven thirty
By then it was pouring so I reflected that it wasn’t walking weather even if she’d been home and that the best thing I could do was snooze and dream of brighter days.
Well let me tell you there is only so much snoozing a guy can handle.
When it turned three I was beginning to panic. Dad never stays away that long!
Maybe they had been kidnapped!!!
By four I was apoplectic with worry and when it turned dark at five I started to howl. Each second felt like an hour until finally I heard the garage door open and in they walked with a gigantic bag full of thrift store purchases.
If I hadn’t been so hungry and desperate for a pee and glad to see their wrinkly little faces I’d have taken a bite out of them.
So it was that when I opened my correspondence from cousin Krishna just now that I thought how ironic that I just lived a day that felt like a week.
Precious Peeps it’s your very own Precocious Pitty here to help you happily over the hump.
Today we will reflect on the just announced Cambridge word of the year and it is
MANIFEST.
Seems its use has soared in popularity over the past year thanks to celebrities believing that you can change things just by thinking you can. Chew on that for a moment.
A load of boloney if you ask Granny although she, like me, does believe in positive thinking.
Truth be told she was totally unaware of this trend.
She is stuck under a stone sometimes and while she has been known to use the said word occasionally it is usually in the good old Chaucerian context.
You know the parents go each week to their Tuesday Morning Group affectionately referred to as TMG.
Currently, along with the rest of the Church the TMGers are studying a book called “An Unlikely Advent”.
The chapter this week is all about the wise men from the east. Ma believes they were Zoroastrians because she likes the idea of that ancient religion being linked to ours.
Regardless these dudes followed a star.
So Ma thought she’d make some very tiny shortbreads, no bigger than a quarter, in the shape of the star for the TMG snack event that proceeds each meeting.
That way the good people can say that they swallowed a star!!!!!
