It’s that time of the year again Spring is in the air the daffydills are blumin’ and it’s once again time for spring cleaning. Since the Missus and I have been retired from teaching for eight years, she thinks I’m the one who should be keeping the Stately Motley Manor impeccably cleaned on a regular basis as I did while she was working.
“But honey,” I said, “I already cleaned it once this year and, as you know, I already vacuum the carpets once a year, whether they need it or not.”
At this point in the conversation, she was ungrateful and about ready to use her Valentine’s Day present not in the manner in which it was given, but to bop me on the noggin’ with it (that shiny new Bissell vacuum cleaner I got her for Valentine’s Day). She still hasn’t stopped complaining about that practical Valentine’s Day, yet! Some women just don’t appreciate a good thing when they see it.
Maybe, I should mention that she’s a charter member of the National Association of Gals (NAG) (as made famous in the Our Gang comedies). So, I proceeded to vacuum the Stately Motley Manor, being ever so careful not to suck up Albert the Kat in the Bissell, like I did the last time…he, he, he, hah, hah, hah, snicker doodle.
“Ain’t I a laugh riot? What’s a matta you?” (stolen from Bullwinkle) …don’t you have a sense of humor? No, not the Good Humor Man. Ding, ding, ding, ding, dong, dong, dong, a Dah. Them were the good old days, weren’t they?
What I can’t stand even more is washing windows and mopping the floor with Mop & Glop to make them shiny once again. Let’s face it, she’s got me well-trained, but what else would you expect from a charter member of NAG?
After the Stately Motley Manor was spring-cleaned, spic-and-span, the little woman had a change of heart and thanked me for the wonderful job of spring cleaning our very fine house, and for not sucking poor ole Albert up into the Bissell.
Our house is a very, very, very fine house, with two cats in the yard, Life used to be so hard, now everything is easy ‘cause of you. (Crosby, Stills and Nash – 1969).
Actually, we only own one cat (Albert the Kat) though lately, owing to the nice springlike weather, Albert’s girlfriend, Zelda…Hmm, strange name for a cat…has been hanging out in the neighbor’s backyard late at night, making an awful racket as she beckons Albert to come out and play, since there have been some purr-fect evenings to hang out with an ally kat (and some have been absolutely freezing).
Though Rim’s spring break is long over, as sure as the circle is unbroken and the world keeps spinning, the youth of our mountain will find ways of their own to celebrate this timeless period of spring promise and renewal, plus it’s not that long before school will be out for the summer, with another opportunity to goof off for months, and in warm weather? Probably I’ll need to vacuum again by then. Albert likes warmer weather too.
Whatever it is, be mindful and give the little kitties some space and a chance to celebrate their youthfulness, too… it won’t last forever.
Keep it flyin’,
Uncle Mott
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