Tuesday. Visited Dad today. He seemed a little better. Still loopy from the meds. He kept talking about the time he and Grandpa Ralph went mousing down by the river and caught a chipmunk. I’ve heard that story a million times, but I pretended I hadn’t, just to humor him.
Dad says he wants me to have his collection of little foil balls. I don’t want it. I told him he’s going to get better and he’ll want to play with his toys.
After lunch, I had to go see the Mouse King. He was angry. Oscar, the mixed ginger who lives on Fairwood, broke the treaty we have with the mice. He kidnapped one of their young.
This is the kind of shit I have to deal with. I let Mouse King squeak his frustration, promised him I’d take care of it, then bounced.
Oscar is a fresh motherfucker who doesn’t respect the rules. I had to resort to persuasion of the six-clawed variety. He got the message. Now I just have to figure out how to make restitution to the Mouse King. He doesn’t take little foil balls in payment.
On the way home I visited Pia. She shared a little herring -- it was nice -- and the latest goings-on with Roderick and Bibi. It seems he’s been spending quite a bit of time with the young lady. Today they paddled to Wickle’s Island in Mill Pond and spent the day there. Wickle’s Island has a reputation as Beauneville’s Lover’s Lane, but Roderick is such a nerd I doubt that anything happened.
Good to see him spend time with someone besides Ice Queen Molly.
I returned home for foursies and a nap. Roderick and Bibi returned home around six, and Bibi slept over. In the guest room.
LOL.
Fine with me. It’s bad enough sleeping with Roderick when he’s by himself.
All for now.