The Pony was slow to put in his earbuds on the way to the casino last week. So on the curvy road Farmer H takes to get to the less-curvy road that takes us to the interstate... The Pony was part of our conversation.
Farmer H talked of getting out the power washer to get the porch ready for staining or waterproofing or whatever his plans are. Since he's not going to persuade ME to help, I tune out parts of his ramblings.
I pointed out that Juno will be upset to have her house moved around. And also that it's time for him to clean out her house again, once she molts her burr-filled fur.
"Then you can put some fresh cedar chips in there. She smells so good when she comes out, looking so shiny and sleek that you might accuse her of getting into the refrigerator and stealing eggs! Didn't you clean out her house before by dumping her treasures over the rail? Her bone collection, assorted gloves, and that antler? I'm surprised she can even fit in there."
"No. I threw her treasures out in the front yard [of course he did!], in the woods. She brought them all back and put them in her house."
"She's a hoarder."
"Hm... I wonder which one of you she gets THAT from?"
Farmer H pointed at me. I pointed at Farmer H.
"Nooo, YOU!"
"Uh uh! It's YOU!"
"I'm not a hoarder."
"Take a look around."
"I have ONE ROOM! Nobody had to build two cabins, three sheds, a mini barn, and a $17,000 garage to hold MY stuff! I'm fine with throwing it away. I'm just lazy. I'm not at all attached."
In a classic misdirection, Farmer H said, "What about YOUR ROOM, Pony?"
End of conversation. Earbuds installed.
4 comments:
Or you two could have gotten into a discussion about your romantic escapades... That probably would have prompted The Pony to quickly put in his earbuds as well.
Juno. The idea of she getting her shiny coat back, along with the scent of cedar... Awww.
Sioux,
It could have prompted The Pony to jab an ice pick in each ear! I hope Farmer H doesn't have any auction ice picks in A-Cad!
I love the time of year when Juno molts! The mornings are brisk, and the dogs romp in the front yard after breakfast. They make their morning rounds doing who knows what annoying things to neighbors' property, then come home. Jack stretches out in the sun with Copper Jack, and Juno goes back in her (cleaned and cedared) house in the sun streaming onto the back porch. So she is warm and fragrant and silky when I go out for our lovefest departure on the side porch.
Well dang! Now I want to know about The Pony's room. What does he have in there and how much of it. Can he move freely or does he kick piles of stuff out of the way to get to his bed?
River,
The Pony's room has no closet. It was going to be the dining room, but we changed the house plans when we discovered The Pony was on the way right after framing was completed on the Mansion. He had some of his 4-years-of-college clothes in piles on the floor, but then cleaned his room when Farmer H provided him with a clothes rack. Genius's closet was filled with 36 jackets. Genius is a real clothes horse! So that was not an option.
Anyhoo... we were referring to The Pony's pre-cleaned room. Though it may be trending toward Juno conditions again. The door stays closed!
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