Cathy in the Wright

A Banner Day For Hoocher

This rather says it all, don't you think?

Spoiled, spoiled, spoiled. Today's haul included a piece of toast, a sausage, a cookie, and crumbs of unknown origins which were discovered under Mr. Peterson's chair. Hoocher has become so spoiled he actually turned up his nose at day-old popcorn.

I had a similarly good day in that the first person I saw was Rosie. Last Tuesday she was being wheeled out on a stretcher. She's back and in fine form. We discussed the weather and Regan's funeral. Well, I did. Rosie nodded and said, "Well good for them you can't tell why they did laugh once the children dusty window...can I pet your doggie?"

I was also informed by another resident today that John Kennedy had a new book out and I should spend the "do-ray-me" on it because it was sure to be a good one.

Are you thinking of Bill Clinton's new book?

No. Who? No. John Kennedy wrote a new book. I told Ernest [her husband] to go buy it.

Well, Mrs. E., I hadn't heard that John Kennedy was writing much these days, but if you're sure, I'll be certain to look for it.

You do that. It'll be good. Can I pet your doggie?

I'm pretty sure Mrs. E. is also the kind of person that writes in "FDR" on her voting ballot.

No more time to write today. I'll be on a mad cleaning spree as The Outpost gets ready to host my cousin and her son who will be visiting for several days. My cousin, Jenny, is a master gardener as is my mother. The two of them will be attending some big convention in nearby St. Cloud where a lot of gardeners get together and discuss grub worms and good dirt and the "must-have" perennials of year. I cannot tell you how much it distresses me that I cannot go along. I will instead be caring for Jenny's young son. Together with my boys, we will spend the days grilling hot dogs, going to the lake, visiting all the local parks, making root beer floats, taking golf cart rides around the countryside, watching classic Bugs Bunny cartoons, and perhaps lying on our backs outside watching the clouds pass overhead. I make unlimitless sacrifies for my family.

The above paragraph is also an example of why my mother secretly wishes Jenny were her daughter and I was the niece.

Light posting from now until next Monday unless I can talk The Professor into watching the store for a while.

Have a great week.

Posted by Cathy at June 22, 2004 01:34 PM