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“Over here, this way!”

My hands waved around as I tried to make myself understood. I had heard the din outside and had run out to catch the flighty garden service. They whirl in, do as little as possible and then disappear. It infuriates me!  I am trying to revamp the garden of a newly moved into house in Seattle. It does not help matters that the weather has not lived up to expectation. Seattle is much like Cape Town where one always has an umbrella handy. So much watering has ensued and the new shoots are peeking through the brown crusty surface. The lawn was in dire need of a trim and I was on a mission to make sure it was done!

The Constant Gardener...

The Constant Gardener…

 

In my haste I grabbed yesterday’s top as I clambered out of the shower. Time was of an essence here and I grabbed whatever clothing I could find.

 As I ran up the basement staircase I looked down.  I realized that I had forgotten to slip on my underwear!
“Oh never mind, I am sure my dress covers all the ‘bits and pieces.'”
I must add that it was not a long one, as I usually wear leggings under it. But morning brain and lack of sleep had resulted in a bit of fog. My other job had been to act as a pair of helping hands to my new grandchildren…a set of twins. So that explains the lack of IQ points. But I had to put modesty aside and stick to the plan: Catch these shirkers!


Many years of teaching foreign children had fine tuned my gesticulations. I could make myself understood in any language you throw at me. It just involves much face pulling and exaggerated hand movements. My shouts and arm flailing were competing against the thunderous drone of the lawnmower. But this did not deter me from my mission and I continued to attempt to get my message across. Suddenly I remembered the fact that I was minus my under clothes and I tugged discreetly to keep my decency.

 

But very soon my one man act paid off. My dignity was still in tact and the garden looked beautiful!

The 'new nan' explores the Seattle Islands

The ‘new nan’ explores the Seattle Islands

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(Written by Paul Mc Cartney while on retreat in India.)

 

Our early morning visitor.

 

It was pitch dark outside and I had trundled downstairs to start the morning breakfast routine for the family. This included all the packed lunches which were tailor made to suit the individual needs. These boys are spoilt! Then I began the breakfast which consisted of the serving up of the a la carte menu! They all seem to enjoy different things in the morning. Those that are building muscles want protein and bulk and those that are keeping a check on the waist line prefer fruit and oats.

My ‘morning brain’ was just getting my head around all the ‘needs’ when there was an enormous crash from the deck. I went out to investigate and came across Josh, our Jack Russell, with his jaws firmly clenched around the neck of a juvenile raccoon. There was a cacophony of hissing, squealing and growling and added to that were my screams for assistance from my household of men. I grabbed Josh’s tail and pulled, but all my screams and pleading fell on deaf ears. The encounter with said raccoon had evoked the primeval instinct in him. I might as well sing the Canadian National Anthem for the effect that I was having on him! I am sure he was taken back to similar skirmishes with the rock hyrax in Africa. Except that this furry little rodent usually came off second best. I had a feeling that this was not to be the case with the not so friendly Canadian raccoon.

I had involved myself in dogfight once before between a Labrador and a Staffordshire terrier. An onlooker, who considered themselves to be an authority on dogfights, had given me the following advice on dispersing two warring parties: Stick your finger up the dominant dog’s backside. The thought made me cringe but I was desperate to end this tussle. I edged my way round, aimed and stuck the peter pointer into Josh’s ‘poephol’. He gave a growl but held firm. I screamed once more for back up. The ‘royal marines’ came running down the stairs in a state of undress armed with the pepper grinder and a jug of water. They clobbered the two culprits and eventually prized them apart from each other. The raccoon did a flying leap off the deck and Josh was left there with his jaws quivering.

He bravely bore his war wounds of a scratched eye and torn ear and would have to endure the humiliation of an unfinished battle. I on the other hand, had the cleanest finger in Oakville!

 

 

Josh contemplates his next move!

 

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