Is it time to wake up already? It seems as though I only just lay down for a nap.
In my last post, I said that life was quiet until Mom decided to start giving parties. About a year after the move to the new place, Mom decided that she needed some life in her life, so to speak. She had been meeting people (men) for some time and going out with them. Most of them never got to first base with me, because I didn't care to come out from under the bed where Cherokee and I always went when people came over. She decided that she would give a Post Holiday Blues party in January. She said that many people fall into a sort of depression after the holidays and can be cheered up with a party. Looking around the house, she felt that our furniture had to go. She still had that nasty, big sectional in the little, bitty living room. One day, some men came in a truck and brought in a couch, two end tables, a table and chairs for the dining room, and a couch for the guest room. All the old stuff was put into the garage. The new couch was brown and covered in a material that I don't like the feel of (Mom calls it microfiber). It's good enough for scratching, but I don't like to lie on it. When Mom saw that Cherokee and I were scratching it, she covered it with quilts. Then it was good to lie on. The couch has a long cushion at one end and Mom likes to lie on that to watch TV. We are always happy to help her be comfortable.
We later found out that the couch in the guest room opens up into a bed. Very interesting. However, it was almost always just a couch. The dining room table and chairs were very nice and went well with the hutch she bought when we moved out here. The end tables were okay, I guess. Mom still was not quite satisfied, and a short time later, she brought home a big, new TV. The old one no longer worked and she had brought the little TV down from upstairs. The new one had a flat screen and it was one that Mom could lift by herself. She was still not satisfied, and then the comfy chair entered our lives. This is a chair that Mom can almost lie down in, or sit up in. She calls it a recliner. Again, I don't like the material, but with the quilt on it, it is fine. When Mom sits in the comfy chair, she puts the quilt over her lap and legs, reclines, and then we join her. What a wonderful invention. I thoroughly approve of this kind of chair. We could lie there for hours, the three of us. One more thing was needed to complete the furnishings, though. We had no coffee table. Mom looked for a long time and, finally, she came home with a set of three nesting tables. Each one is pretty small, but they take up very little room, but giving people places to set things on when they are unnested.
Well, we were finally ready for the party. E-mail announcements went out to lots of people and Mom was all excited when the day came. She had a little help preparing, but she was still really tired when it was all over. Anyway, there was lots of great-smelling food (we could smell it even under the bed) and lots of people. Mom said later that someone had counted about 150 people altogether over the duration of the party. She said it was a great success. I don't actually agree with that, but that's my opinion. Once it got pretty late and most of the people were gone, hunger drove Cherokee and me downstairs. People oohed and aawed over me, but I concentrated on trying to get Mom's attention for our supper. Stupid Cherokee saw someone sitting in the comfy chair. Thinking that it was Mom, he jumped right up into a stranger's lap. He wasn't sure what to do when he realized it wasn't Mom, but the stranger began to pet him, so he stayed for a little while. Mom finally got the idea that we needed our supper.
The next day was devoted to cleaning up. What a mess! There wasn't much meat left, mostly vegetables and other inedibles, but Mom had saved us a little bit of good stuff. I was glad the party was over. Now life could settle down again. Mom had other ideas, though. In April, she decided to have another party. It was called Spring Fling. She had the patio and the garage roof ready for people, as well as the inside of the house. This time, all the furniture was out of the garage, and she put the food tables out there. She cooked a lot of good meat for the party, and she saved some for us. Maybe parties aren't all that bad, after all! Again, she said it was a success and decided to have another party in June, but out at the community pool this time. Cherokee and I weren't bothered much by that party, thank goodness, but we also didn't get much to eat from it.
Wow! A lot of parties, but she didn't have another one until the following January, and then another one in April. Right around the time of the April party, Mom started being gone a lot more. She said she got a second job. That meant that she left the house around 7:30 in the morning for her first job, then worked all afternoon and evening at her second job, getting home around 9:30 at night. I didn't like that one bit. That was a very long time to wait for food! Most inconsiderate of her! She kept telling us that we wouldn't have anything to eat if she didn't work the second job, so I guess it was okay. It was still an awful long time between breakfast and supper, though.
Mom didn't have another party until the next April, after she had been working the second job for a year. Again, lots of good meat to eat. I think maybe I could get used to parties, after all. After that party, however, our lives changed once again.
Well, all this thinking about food has made me sleepy so I can dream about fresh bird and other fine foods. Ya-a-a-awn! Later!
Yours,
Apache
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