Broken Rolls-Royce

The day before yesterday my parents suddenly disappeared. Luckily I still have my grandma and grandpa, so it was not such a big problem for me.

Than yesterday mom probably changed her mind, because when I woke up after my morning siesta, she was back home. Daddy was still missing so we had to go for a walk with Ája and mom alone.

Before se left, mom had to return for a tire-pump. One of the wheels of my coach was empty. Meanwhile Ája kept walking to and fro behind the gate as if she was a lion in the cage. That doggy girl has no patience, I am afraid.

Today in the morning the situation repeated. Mom had to go back home to get the pump again to blow up the wheel. That was a clear signal, that something is wrong. My supercar was broken!

We barely got to the town square to mail some letters (oh yeah here we still use the mail service sometimes :-)). It was just about a quarter of an hour to get there but my coach had already been limping. Therefore we also visited a small shop with coaches for kids and mom used all her charm so finally the shopkeeper sold her the last tube she had.

After that we headed to a bike shop. There mom asked some mechanic to lend her a tire-pump. He was so kind that he took the broken wheel and replaced the tube. It took him just a minute or two and the coach was all right again. I gave him my best smile for that and we could turn back to go home.

When we passed the market place, I could see many boxes with wet fruit and vegetables on display. It had been raining in the morning and when I looked to the sky, it was full of heavy clouds. Mom increased her pace and Ája too went quite fast. I tried to help mom with the dog, so I at least held the leash.

We were almost at home then the first rain drops started to fall. Mom pulled down the roof on my coach and quickened her steps even more. I am thinking of going online and ordering something like the “Spirit of Ecstasy” for my coach as it can go so fast :-).

We arrived just in time. Mom took me and ran in the house. At the moment we entered the house, those rain drops turned into pouring rain. I was so tired after that fast climbing the hill that I fell asleep the minute mom laid me to my bed. What a day!

Up to the Mount Everest!

Recently I have been spending my days in quite busy manner. For example today I started to train for climbing high mountains. Our staircase is very suitable place for such training.

I caught on the lower bar of the hand railing and step by step I always pulled myself up with my hands and stepped on the stair up. There are many stairs there. Soon I started to get bored with this slow proceeding and decided to do two stairs at once. I have to admit my supporting team was not very excited about it. May be they were afraid they would not be able to keep up.

The team is not very big. It has only two members but they are really a loyal tem. They go with me to almost everywhere. Our explorer is Ája. She always runs back and forth. She comes back especially when she sees in front of us some big dog, than she runs to hide behind the rest of us.

Unfortunately this running is not very helpful when you try to climb high stairs. Our staircase isn’t too narrow but when you are trying to train honestly for mountain climbing the hairy tail in your face does not help much.

The second member of our supporting team was my mom. She particularly was not happy about my tries to get my leg not one but two steps up. She kept advising to not do that. But when I wanted her to help me – to give me a little push from the other side (than it would be easier to step up) – she refused. Her argument was that I decided for the mountain climbing tour myself so I had to finish it myself too.

The climbing was quite demanding and now I know how Hillary felt when climbing Mount Everest. I too had that wonderful feeling when I got all the way up to the upper floor. Ája kept in the respectful distance behind me and my loyal Tenzing Norgay secured me from under and stood one stair below me.

I wonder what to climb next…

The Gardener

Yesterday in the afternoon I was helping my mom to take care for our little garden. Well, I was mostly the one who did the dirty work and mom spent most of the time chatting with our neighbor who has just returned from holiday trip. They were both cleaning the beds by the stairs so I had to take care of the front part of our garden myself.

At first I was just playing games with Ája. That was at the time when mom was still working on the flowerbeds under our large poison oak. From time to time she had some words with our neighbor but most of the time she was working. But than she straightened her back out and started to talk to that neighbor and it was clear that there would not be any more work.

Therefore I left Ája sunbathing on the lawn. She was chewing on her favorite wooden stick and didn’t care I left her alone. I went to check on one of the flower beds, which is placed in a long sandstone manger. There are some flowers inside and also small decorative stones. Next to the manger mom put another flowerpot with only some ground in it. I was surprised because in that pot there was nothing growing. Just something like poppy seeds was on the surface. Why would my mom put poppy seeds in a pot? Strange, isn’t it? So I started to place the ground from the pot to the manger. Flowers always need some more ground, right? I just gave them some nutrition.

Mom forgot to buy me my own gardening tools so I had to take the ground by my own hands. You have to sacrifice yourself for the good. I gave some ground to the nearest flower than I took some ground back so the flower would not have too much. I was just going to move with the pot to the next flower when mom came. Her hands full of ground too. I thing the neighbor must have gone home so mom started working again.

Mommy was not looking at me too happily. Instead of thanking me for the help she was actually quite angry. She took the added ground from the poor flower and gave it back to the pot. Than she washed her hands in a bucket with rain water (although she never let me put my hands into it) and wiped them on the working trousers she was wearing. Than she grabbed me, knocked off the dirt from my hands and took me home. I was humiliated – my clothes was taken off, I was washed a little and than left to my own fate.

For some times I could hear mom from outside as she angrily cleaned all gardening tools. She was saying thing about basil that it does not look the best among the decorative garden nettles etc. I didn’t understand a word. Than I went to have a bath. As I already said it was quite clear from the beginning – the moment mom started chatting with the neighbor – that she won’t do much work that day. And of course I was right. She never got back to gardening that afternoon.