It’s been a bit of a crazy time. The Bean is still searching for the furnishings for our house, packed somewhere in some box that is as miss-labeled as all the rest. The junkyard hoarder, whose properly is just outside the condo complex and unfortunately visible to us, was NOT eaten by coyotes after all. We aren’t yet sure if that is good or bad news. And we had news last week that it was time for Goobie to go home to her Mama and Papa, who was home from the hospital at long last.
So we prepared to say our goodbyes. Goobie took one last ride on our dragon, the Bean rounded up all her things, a conveyance was located, and suitable passage was booked.
We kissed her and her box goodbye and waved at the door as the Bean carried her out to Ruby (her car), parked in the drive outside. There was some sniffling coming from somewhere inside so we didn’t hear the car start. We did hear the Bean return in minutes, bearing the conveyance containing Goobie. We heard the grumbling as she tapped keys on her cell phone. And then she explained: Ruby wouldn’t start. Behaved very oddly but wouldn’t start, not even a whimper. Dear Uncle GT would come to her rescue at some point, but probably not in time to get Goobie to her passage on time.
She wrote Mama Marie to let her know what had happened, and learned that Mama Marie wasn’t home with Papa after all. Papa had taken a turn for the worse and was back in the hospital! There was nobody home to receive Goobie!
We had a conference and decided that Goobie should remain until we were given clearance to re-book her passage. And then we conferred as to what to do about her while she was here: release her from the conveyance or not. We decided to take the “wait and see” approach.
Smidge: You OK in there Goobie? Kin you hear me?
Goobie: I hear you. I’m in a most comfy place, but it’s kinda lonely.
Kele: We’ll keep you company.
Then on Monday night, the Bean got clumsy and broke her pinky toe. Ouch. She sat around with her foot up, not even able to sew for her Miss Margaret doll since she does a lot of standing when she sews. We know, sounds odd, but there’s pattern drafting, cutting, lots of up an down ironing…. Auntie Glenda popped by to check on her and visited with Goobie while she was here.
We think Goobie is content, but we know it’s lonely in there, so we try to entertain her, although it’s not easy.
Snip: A little help here, please. Heave, I say, heave. Goobie, you having fun?
So we continue to host (and hoist) Goobie here, waiting and hoping. And we’re delighted to report that her Papa may be out of the Richmond hospital to which he was transferred and be back in his home turf soon. We are crossing our fingers for him and Mama Marie, …and for Goobie.
Belated happy birthday, Mama Marie. Goobie sends her love, & we are with you in spirit.