Saturday

I never got around to my post yesterday because I was attending to the every beck and call of Mr. Sneedlet 1.

His mother, as you may recall from previous episodes, is recovering from surgery and is unable to attend to him at the moment. The giant plastic collar that they put around her neck and secured with a padlock, to keep her from scratching her ears, is so big that she can't see the floor, making navigation perilous. Picture a doberman that has had its ears cropped, only the collar is much bigger because of Daughter Sneed's inordinately long, monkey-like arms (hardy-har). So Sneedlet is with us until at least Sunday.

Disclaimer: The preceding paragraph is mostly a work of the imagination of the author. I sincerely apologize for any offense taken, real or imagined, by any persons living or fictious.

Yesterday we took a nature hike to the cafe a few blocks from here. It didn't start out to be a nature hike, it just turned out that way. As you can see from the picture, Sneedlet was able to find some dried sticks. They proved useful for drumming on things, shooting at stuff and prodding an older guy when he was trying to "rest his eyes".

Sneedlet lives kind of a sheltered life because his mom works from home and there are no other kids his age around. Yesterday as we walked to the cafe he discovered that his shoes leave footprints in the dirt where he steps. This has been a major point of discussion ever since. This morning he wanted to go out and make some footprints. Go figure.

We normally make a lap around the cul-de-sac when we go outside. Sneedlet has a regular array of attractions that we have to visit. We have to stop at the house next door because they have some big rocks a guy has to climb on. The house three houses down has steps, so he has to climb on their porch and then jump down the steps. We stop to look in the retention basin so that he can run up and down the hill and then conclude our trip by looking through the lights.

The lights are actually reflectors on a stick that the old lady at the end of the cul-de-sac has by her driveway to help her find it in the dark. Apparently, there are magical worlds that can be seen through the reflectors, but only by three year-olds.

I also had to take Daughter Sneed's car to get an oil change where I had the experience of the guy telling me that the oil change is $32.65 or $20 if I paid cash. There is probably something fishy going on, don't you think?

Sneedlet was very interested in the whole oil change idea and when we got home he got a coke can and declared it his oil can. Periodically, he rides up to me on his tricycle and asks me to change his oil. That tricycle sure needs a lot of maintenance.

Anyway, I was too busy yesterday to find annoying things to complain about. I will try and do better tomorrow.

Merle.








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