Off she went, my little blossom, super excited, not a tear in sight. I had to resort to nipping her but still no luck.
The carpenters arrived and then Doris and I left, I had to work for an hour this morning, then Uncle Brick’s wife was picking her up from my school and they were taking the airport limo at 1pm. Her luggae weighed 9kgs, my handbag weighs more than that.
I did another class and then headed home just as a huge thunder storm started. Drove home though torrential rain, lightning flashing everywhere, water gushing down the mountain.
Was most surprised to pull into my road and see Kev standing there in the downpour. Was even more surprised to find Kev was standing there waiting to hand me an umbrella cos he knows I never have one.
He was most excited, said the stream had flooded, and on the way home from school
he and Jim, (despite repeated instructions to not go the way of the stream), had ‘accidentally’ gone the way of the stream and found the road littered with frogs that had been displaced by the raging rapids.
Kev was eager to tell me I should not worry about said frogs, cos he and Jim had saved them. I said, ‘ what exactly do you mean by saved?’
He said, they had gathered up as many as they could, in hands, pockets, hoods, bags etc and BROUGHT THEM HOME.
Alhough I did not really want to hear the answer, I did have to ask, ” Where are they now?’
” At home.”
“Where ‘at home’?’
‘In the kitchen.’
So the kitchen, which is half packed up, strewn with half filled boxes, washing up piled up because not only do we have no hot water I have no frickin kitchen tap,
piles of stuff that need to go to the city dump, half of the dining room as they are going to start pulling out the floors in there tomorrow, not Thursday as I thought,
and now, Glory Be, 50 bloody frogs just jumping around the mess.
I wished it stopped there, but it doesn’t. I decided I needed a nice cup of coffee, so I offer the carpenter one. Make coffee and invite him in to drink it. A gesture I reget IMMEDIATELY, when he says, he would love to come in, he’s never been in an “American house’ before. Then he told me about how we Americans are unhygienic, tramping our filthy muddy shoes willy nilly through our houses, blah blah blah, bugger off and build my bathroom.
THEN, its really not over. Kev comes in, very excited now,he found an injured bird.
We must make a little box for it until it is well. So I ferret around for a shoe box and start trying to pierce holes in the lid with a blunt chopstick.
Kev says it kept banging into the wall and now it can’t fly.
I think our budding little vet might have to re-evaluate the symptoms and perhaps
come up with another diagnosis, cos trying to get the thing into the shoebox it started flying around the room. Frogs I can manage, birds no.
I did what any mother would do, I crouched in the corner at screamed at the boy-vet to open the goddamn windows quickly.
‘ But it’ll fly away’
‘Exactly!! I yelled.
20 minutes of Kevin trying to coax it down from a curtain at one end of the room and then the window sill at the other, hoping a ‘here chicky chicky’ appoach was going to work. Eventually it flew out of the window I had opened with no help from Kev.
I really just thought I would come home and catch last night’s Cold Case before I made dinner.
June 9, 2008...8:08 am
Off To Canada.
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June 11, 2008 at 1:55 am
Wow! What a day!
Racists, Rain, Frogs, Birds, Kids!
Aside from the whole “all foreigners are American” thing, hope you asked that idiot carpenter how he knew Americans and their homes were unhygienic if he had never been in one. I would have probably said something horrible like it doesn’t matter if the floors are dirty in American homes as we don’t live on the floor like animals. Then never gotten my remodeling finished, huh?
June 10, 2008 at 9:14 am
wow your day was way more dramatic than mine.
frogs. like in that tom cruise movie.
we kept tadpoles in our (2nd) bathtub when I was a kid. but never. ever. frogs in the kitchen!!!!!!!!!!