To understand fully my appreciation for this day, I have to tell you what the last few days here have been like weather-wise. Rainy. Yep. One word is sufficient to describe the last several days here. I guess I could add overcast and dreary and I wouldn’t be overstating it but . . .
today I pulled back the curtains and opened the windows to this beautiful sky. It is one of the few we may have that is just an absolutely perfect day (so far):
So I went for a walk around the neighborhood and breathed in the fresh autumn air.
When I returned, I took off my walking shoes and because the windows were open and there was a slight breeze, I put on something to keep my feet warm. I never would have bought these if I didn’t have a really good reason. And my really good reason was a teddy bear show where I was required to wear them.
I had just sat down to work on this teddy bear in progress
when I heard some voices behind me having a rather ardent discussion which went like this:
Little Mack: I told her last time. I’m not telling her this time.
Holcombe: I think Jojo should tell her. It’s his turn.
Jojo: I’m not telling her. I’m going to go hide.
Little Mack: He might be in your hiding place.
Holcombe: Yeah! What if he’s in there?! He might get you!
Jojo: Okay. Okay. I’ll tell her but it’s not because you all scared me. I’m telling her because I think she should know.
Little Mack: Whatever you say, Jojo.
Holcombe (snickering): Of course, Jojo. Now go on and tell her.
Soon, I felt a tapping on my leg and when I looked down, there stood Jojo acting a little bit timid.
Me: Yes, Jojo. What is it?
Jojo: I don’t want you to be upset or anything, but all us guys thought you should know.
Me: You didn’t spill the chocolate syrup again, did you?
Jojo: No, it’s nothing like that!
Me: You didn’t lose the screws that hold the swing set together, did you?
Jojo: No, we counted them. They are all there. Please, ma’am. This is infinitely much more important.
Me: Okay. Tell me.
Jojo: There is a little man living somewhere in the house. We haven’t seen him yet, but we know he’s around somewhere. We have evidence.
Me: A little man?
Jojo: Yes, and he’s doing laundry too.
Me: A little man is living here in our house and doing his laundry?
Jojo: I know it sounds odd. But he’s bigger than us but smaller than you guys.
It occurs to me that this could be the strangest conversation I have had with the bears, but then I shouldn’t be surprised. Something strange is always going on around here. Still, I knew that if I was to get anything done today, I had to investigate.
Me: So how do you know there is a little man living here doing his laundry?
Jojo: Well, me and the guys – you know Little Mac and Holcombe – were in the laundry room, uh, checking things out when we came across the evidence.
Me: In other words, you were climbing the washing machine while it was spinning so you could get all shook up and you saw ‘the eveidence’?
Jojo: Just come with me and have a look. You’ll see. There is a little man living here, I’m sure of it.
We traipsed downstairs together. I was in front naturally because they were so ‘brave’. I took a look and this is what they saw:
And yes, it does kinda look like a little man is doing his laundry. The real story isn’t quite so interesting, but I had to play along because I’ve got a mischievous streak in me too.
Me: Oh my! You guys are right. There is a little man living somewhere around here. If he’s doing his laundry, I wonder what he’s wearing now. Why don’t you guys go look for him?
Then there was a bunch of scrambling and all I saw was a blur of fur dashing back up the stairs. A little man’s laundry, indeed!
P.S. There is something really good about hearing someone say, “Really?! I won?! I never win anything.”