It seems that when i am on extended travel, something goes whack at the homestead. From small electrical fires to unexpected encounters with the local gendarmes, i have gotten the occasional call that can jack up my vacation time…
So i check in with my adult children to see how things are going… frequently using text messaging.
daisyfae: Hope things are going well. How’s the brown dog?
The Boy: Lost most of his fur in the fire.
daisyfae: The cat?
The Boy: You mean “the hat”*?
daisyfae: i’m not EVEN going to ask how The Girl is doing…
* Our new cat has a rather remarkable ‘squirrel’ tail. i commented that it would look quite nice flying from my car antenna. After the cat passes away, of course. The Boy? His preference would be to turn the pelt into a Davy Crockett-style hat… yeah. we’re weird.