Well, the first named hurricane of the season – “Andrea” – came up from the south and passed through the edge of southern Virginia yesterday but all we had in Northern Virginia was RAIN……RAIN…..and more RAIN. There wasn’t even a heavy breeze – just the normal one. I can only hope that all the other hurricanes that brew up on the Atlantic Coast this year are as mild as this one has been when it arrives here. I was happy – Mom was happy – and Dad was happy that the sump pump worked properly in our basement. 😀 😀 😀 😀
Know what I did all day long to celebrate the rain? Oh come on……..you guys ALL know me by now……..what did I do?????
Uh huh…………that’s right…………….snoozing. It occurs to me that SOME of you (my more recent followers for instance) might not know the significance of this particular photo. You see this green chair is in our guest room (oops – I mean MY guest room) and it belonged to my Dad’s Mom (one of my Grannies)……and the quilt that I’m resting my
rotund chubby plump bountiful dear little self on is one that my OTHER Granny (my Mom’s Mom) received in 1947 as a wedding gift ! The chair is known as the “Granny-Granny” chair and it’s one of my favorite spots.
I was a hero yesterday – wanna hear why? Well, when Mom got up at her usual 4:30AM and came downstairs I was waiting for her – RIGHT at the bottom of the stairs where I told her it was imperative that she follow me down to the basement BEFORE she even made coffee. Yes I did – I made it plain that she better follow me ASAP. Of course Mom followed me because we have the same routine every morning – she comes down, we go into the kitchen, I watch her make coffee, she gives me my breakfast, we go down to the basement to clean my litter box, we go outside for a walk.
Not Friday morning. I got her to follow me downstairs and I marched right over to the furnace where I showed her that there was a leaky pipe. There was a puddle on the floor. I discovered it Thursday night but being my dear sweet adorable self, I did NOT wake her up to tell her that at 1AM or 2AM or even 3AM – I waited for her to come downstairs Friday morning. The puddle was getting bigger by the second – so Mom cleaned it up (with me standing by snoopervising of course) with some old towels, then put a bucket under the drip drip drip drip drip (you get the picture) and then we came upstairs for our USUAL start to the day.
Eventually Dad came downstairs and Mom told him the story of the puddle. He said some stuff I didn’t QUITE catch (you know…some of those four letter words we’re not allowed to say) and went downstairs to take a peek. Then he called the plumber and the rest – as they say – is history. The pipe was clogged up with scale and the plumber dude cleaned it out and got us all fixed up just fine and dandy.
That means last night I didn’t have any puddle watch duties and this morning Mom and I started our day off like we’re SUPPOSED to……………….WITH BACON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So how’s YOUR Saturday going????? Anybody else have to do puddle watch night before last????????
Happy Caturday !