GROWING OLD WITH GRACIE

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Western Maryland, United States

Friday, June 24, 2011

RIP

It was before 6 AM when I felt something tickling my left hand, waking me from a sound sleep.  "Grammy...  are you ready to get up?"  I wasn't.  Gracie was.  I was outnumbered.  


I needed to vacuum the floors today.  It had been too long and dust bunnies were no longer hiding.  I like to sprinkle baking soda on my carpets, so my vacuum cleaner won't smell doggie.  So today I was extra generous and poured baking soda thick, not caring that it was giving the furniture a fine film.  I'd be dusting afterwards so it didn't matter.  Vacuuming is not my favorite thing to do.  It's bend here, twist there, move this chair, crawl under the bed, pull this out ...  blah blah blah.  I noticed the red Panasonic vacuum was accumulating some white dust on the outside of it.  Hmm...  it doesn't usually do that.  It must be really dusty in here - I thought.  When I was 3/4 of the way finished (and it takes me about an hour all together to do the whole house), I decided to turn the vacuum off and investigate.  Maybe the bag came loose.  CHOKE - CHOKE COUGH - COUGH...  Dust everywhere!!  The bag had ripped and the vacuum was covered in white dust inside and out.  I wiped the sweat from my face and lugged it outside, scolding Gracie and telling her to "STAY" on my way out the door.  Pulling off the bag to put a new one on, I saw that I was going to have to clean it all out so I went inside and got a bucket of water and some rags.  After cleaning it as best I could, I put a new bag on and turned it on.  COUGH - COUGH - CHOKE!  Still, dust everywhere.  That's when I lost it.    RIP Panasonic Vacuum cleaner.

Dear Diary,


Good grief, the day I had was not fit for a dog.  First of all, Rissi was here last night and this morning.  It was all about her - of course.  'Rissi, let's pick flowers', 'Rissi, lets swing on the swings', 'let's play barbie castle, let's have cookies, let's go for ice cream, let's chase fireflies'  Grrrrrrrrr. 
After she left I was happy to have Mom's lap - finally!!  But she had other plans and one which I am not the least bit happy about- pushing that noisy machine around the house and causing me to run from one room to the other searching for peace and quiet.  Suddenly, something happened...  and she threw open all of the windows, then left.  She came back later with something called an animal.  Now, I'm an animal - or so they say - and I investigated this new addition and and if it's an animal, I'd like to know just what breed of animal it is.  Oh - and when dad told her he brought the beaten and battered Panasonic back to life, she said she didn't care, she was still keeping the animal.  What does all this mean?  Am I going to have to share Mom's lap?  Maybe not.  She took that animal all around the house and it made noise just like the other thing that she tried to murder teach who is boss.  I'm tired and confused.  Going to bed.  Gracie.