That guy, Murphy, has been here again this week. Wednesday he was in full swing and I just had to chronicle his effects on life at the Clucas house.
Wednesday is the day we pick up our granddaughter from school and try to do something fun with her until 7:00 when we take her home or her mom picks her up. So, wanting the house to be clean for her visit, I spent the morning cleaning. Of course I stepped on the vacuum hose, slipped on a throw rug, ran out of laundry detergent, and bumped my head on a cupboard I left open.
However, I did finish and things sparkled, including the tile floors I'd wet mopped. Not having any pets, I only do that every other week. I know, lazy. Oh well, on Wednesday, they sparkled! Hopefully, Murphy had exited stage left.
When we picked Peyton up from school, I marveled again how cute she was with her blonde hair recently cut in a sweet style with bangs. She was bubbling with excitement over a dance she and a friend were working on, and danced up and down the aisle at the market while I shopped. She had asked if she could bring in her jumprope, but not even Murphy could be responsible for what could happen, so I said "No."
When we finished and were driving home, she was bursting with a plan for Grandpops to park only halfway up in our drive so she could dance and jumprope in the rest of the driveway. Oh, and could we leave the car radio on loud enough for her to hear? We seldom say no to a plan unless it involves physical harm, so at that point, Murphy was back in business.
Just a few days before, Don had planted a tiny flowerpot with succulent compost and a teeny donkey tail, and had positioned it so it hung from the ceiling of the carport directly above the driver's windshield as a guide for me when I pull our new RAV4 in. It's a bit larger than the Camry. Anyway, there it hung in all its useful charm. So, RAV4 was parked just on the apron of the drive with Radio Disney playing as loudly as we felt we should, and Peyton readied herself for the dancing. Arms flailing, legs kicking, and that gorgeous blonde hair swinging around, I thought she looked awesome.
Then, she decided to incorporate the jumprope into the dance. Picture in slow motion which really only took half a second: The rope sailed up, caught on the charming little succulent above her, and at least a cup of compost poured onto that lovely hair, down her shirt, and all over the drive.
By the time I got her into the shower, bits of dirt and wood shavings also covered the tile floor! Yep, Murphy was there, grinning like a maniac.
