Octogenarian Woes

  

OCTOGENARIAN WOES

© SEPTEMBER 25, 2021

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         So yesterday, as I finished a load of clothes, I noticed an option for the first time: clean washer.  Now, I had the habit of doing this bi-annually on a gentle cycle with white vinegar.  As it was due, I thought I would try that cycle.

         Big, big mistake.

         I do not know why, but when I went into the area a few hours later: FLOOD.

         Quick thinking me, I pulled off three furniture covered cotton sheets and small rag rugs that soaked up the deluge.  Three washes later, all put back in place except for the rugs hanging outside to dry.

         Now, it is later, and I went to feed Paco who has been steadily declining in lonely funk for the love of his life, my veteran caretaker son, has been gone for a week taking care of his grands in Arizona.

         And I can’t find him.  I went room to room in all the spots that I know he loves to seclude in, and he is nowhere to be found.  I do this not once, twice, or three times, but FIVE and no answer to my call.

         So, truly, I start questioning my mind.  I look outside even though I am POSITIVE that he could not have gotten out and no one walked in.

         I KNOW there is a rational reason, but WHAT IS IT?

         I calm myself, say a few prayers, and proceed to look another time.

         Voila, next to his loved one’s chair, under the TV table that is obscured by a waste basket is the found stray that is unadulterated therapy and unconditional LOVE that brings priceless joy to him/me.

         So, o.k. end of drama, right?  Wrong!

         I am up during the night for one of my ten-to-twelve-bathroom excursions, when he wants to go out and do his business in the backyard which is usually once a night occurrence.

         THE FLOOR IS WET!

         HOW?!

         It seems that as the washer overflowed it also went into the very large roaster stored under the sink – and when Pepito, my feline, came in at one of his walkabout jaunts, it got bumped thus spilling more water.

         All the dishtowels stored on top soaked along with costly meaty dog treats stored inside.

         So, once again, water control with another load; rawhides rinsed and placed on baking sheet in t oven to dry out and re-store (did not work/needed to throw away).

         Adventure, adventure, adventure!

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