Ahoy this morning to you, my readers. My grandson Max left on his business trip to California today along with C. J. When he gets to California, Max will be “guest blogging” about his travels, so we can all look forward to that. Now that C. J. is gone, Derek and Jessica (the pregnant one) are the only ones still living in my pop up trailer in the back yard. One down, two to go! (I say that in jest. I am happy to be their host until their home life improves.)
It’s a shame that Max and C. J. won’t be back in time for Tricia’s birthday party, which is this Saturday. We’ll be going out to dinner, and then taking in the movie Twilight Eclipse. Tricia confided in me that she has already seen it, but she assured me it was wonderful, warranting repeated viewings at the theatre. She’s been talking constantly about how she wants a Bettie Page corset for her birthday. I told her that that might not be the most appropriate gift for a 16 year old girl, but I’d see what I can do. She’s been such a delightful houseguest and student this summer that I’m having a hard time justifying saying no to her.
Hannah Montana, my Welsh corgi, had an accident on my mattress this morning. I knew I shouldn’t have installed those doggie steps. They turned out to be a freeway leading straight to a soiled mattress. I’m going out to buy a new mattress this afternoon, and I’m hoping I can take delivery of it today. If not, we’ll have to pull out the davenport in the great room tonight (that’s what they call living rooms nowadays). When I bought that davenport in 1972, the first Mrs. Codger wanted to buy a regular sofa, but I told her no, because you never know when you’ll need an extra bed. And I’ve slept on that davenport every time my mattress has gotten soiled ever since then. She was wrong about a lot of things over the years, but that one really takes the cake!
Until next time!