The wait is over. A parcel arrived today. Unceremoniously dumped on the verandah at the front door – well the postman didn’t know that it contained a precious cargo – Andy the Armadillo.
What's in the box? Wait is something moving in it?
Are you up to the play on Andy and his travels around the world? Well Lenore Diane in Woodstock, Georgia traded some Smoked salmon (well she thought that was what it was) for an armadillo at a White Elephant Gift Exchange. She then came up with the idea of his travelling to various places. He visited K8did in Florida and after some time and an exciting visit he went on to visit Georgette in Texas. Here he had plenty of excitement and a massive sugar hangover. No wonder the little chap looked a trifle peaky by the time he arrived here.
Lotte in her inimitable fashion greeted this new friend and made him feel at home.
She showed him around her favourite places in the garden
She offered to share her dinner not knowing whether Armadillos ate chicken
Not really liking the chicken, Andy decided to check out my toasted sandwich
Then he became interested in the book I was reading. Can armadillos read?
Then he had a stroll around the garden
And after all the excitement of the day he decided to join Lotte in a postprandial snooze.
Tomorrow Andy will start her Wandering in Wellington and Lotte and I shall report back to you.
And just to remind you that according to Will Cuppy
Armadillos make affectionate pets, if you need affection that much.
I’ll report on that too!
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Bugger, Broken Bone, Confined to House
So here I am unable to drive and totally dependent upon the goodwill of others. I can get around the house with reasonable ease but haven’t yet ventured outside. So am beginning to feel a touch of Cabin Fever.
Thank goodness for a sense of humour in this situation.
- Having a friend at my beck and call. “Please, may I have a cup of coffee” “Can you give me my book, my glasses, the pain killers etc” Can’t carry anything with crutches.
- Using my alternative means of getting around (other than my crutches) – my old lady Zimmer frame.
- Climbing up the three stairs to the bathroom on my backside (aka bum) and then getting onto my knees to pull myself up.
- I am sure as the time goes by there will be many more humorous happenings and moments to remember.
And thank goodness for a sense of gratitude
- It could have been so much worse – a fractured bone will heal but those people I meet regularly at the Hospice won’t.
- My next door neighbour’s sister who was in a coma for months following an accident now requires 24-hour nursing care. She will not heal.
- Those others with degenerative diseases, physical or mental will not heal.
And so I say thank you for making me so physically fit normally that I can overcome this obstacle in my life and learn from it.
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