This has been a week of ducking the curve balls of life. I was definitely the bug this week and not the windshield. Mother always said that things happen in threes. So, I’ve had my three bad things and now I’m looking for the three good things.
When I was young and living at home in that two story house, Daddy would say to me when we were downstairs, “Would you do me a flavor?” This meant, he needed something that was upstairs and I had younger legs than he did. This would hold true to when we were upstairs and he’d ask for a flavor. Yep, it was downstairs and I’d trot down and fetch it for him.
I didn’t mind the up and down during the day, but at night, I really didn’t want to go downstairs by myself. However, I’d never tell him I was a scared cat. I bet he knew, as he’d go and turn on the light on the staircase for me. Not like sister Jo Jo, I was the sissy of the family of girls. Yep, an old scared cat!
That is why I never wanted a two story house. Knowing that I was going to need something upstairs, when I was downstairs. Too, it gets harder to go up and down stairs when you get older. Then, I’d forget what I went upstairs to do and have to come back downstairs to find that what I needed was really upstairs.
P.S. If my little puppies could they, go and get it for me. Yep, that’s something more than I can say for some folks. I usually get, “I’ll do it later.” Well, later is not now and I need the help (FLAVOR) now! So, I usually have to cowgirl up and do it myself. Sometimes, I wonder why I even asked.