Tell me a story, Hemingway.
I don’t know if I have any stories ready to tell you. Aren’t you sleepy enough?
Not really. My mind has been going in lots and lots of circles.
I’ve been thinking about the weather and I’m getting tired of all the snow and cold. Did you watch all those flakes falling down Monday night? I’m glad Mom got home before it got bad.
I know Mom is not real happy with winter. Even though this has been a really mild winter for this area, all the gray days make us feel sad. At least now when the sun shines it bounces off all that fresh white snow and that makes us happy.
Yeah………as long as we’re on the inside looking out!
I guess so. What else is on your mind?
Ya’ know when Mom was talking about those Halloween Goblins in her blood?
You have nothing to worry about ‘cuz she said they are still doing good.
Yes, but she said now she doesn’t have enough iron. I’ve been looking for nails for her to chew on and I can’t find any.
Steinbeck…..nobody mailed us nails! You have to learn to relax a little. You don’t need to worry so much about all of us. You and I are taking good care of Mom and she knows it.
But what about what happened at work last week?
Well, we couldn’t do anything to protect her from that but she’s fine now.
**Mom inserts here: The boys are talking about when I was ready to leave work on Friday and start my weekend. The elevator had just arrived when all the alarms started going off and we were told to exit the building and not use the elevators. I knew this wasn’t a drill but I really did want to take the elevator. I didn’t. I walked (or hobbled) down eight flights of stairs and out into the cold night. Turns out a pipe burst in the lobby area of our building and there was water everywhere. It made quite a mess and they are still working on getting it cleaned up. As for me, I spent a very painful weekend dealing with my knees and ankle. Both knees are fake and usually don’t bother me. My ankle has a triple fusion and needs to be replaced so it bothers me all the time. It was much worse after all those stairs. However, I have recovered.
I guess you’re right. Do you think Mom has left some treats out for us? Oh………….and what about my story?????
Leave me alone. I’m lying in my sun puddle.