Look at my little mate Leo. He comes to the door to check out the computer or the sewing. His front leg looks broken, but it is just the angle, & the amount of wool, which needs clipping.
I guess his personality is one of our free treats. He is such a lively little boy, & seems so full of the joy of his life, even though he usually looks mournful in his photos.
I was pondering on some of my life's Free Treats this morning, as I showered, & realised that showers are one of my favourite treats. I love the feel of the water flowing over my skin, & in the winter I love the feeling of the hot water easing aches & pains.
We never had showers in the houses we lived in, when I was growing up, & I have always loved them ever since I first discovered them. Of course the sad things is, we have to curtail our time spent in the shower these days because of the water restrictions.
I am not one for camping- too fond of my mod cons, & would be lost without a good shower & a comfy bed at night. My DJ tells me a lot of the camping grounds now have very nice showers, & they are not the primitive concrete & cold water affairs from our disastrous camping trip when she was young.
Another of my Free Treats has to be SG. He is such an unexpected little boy, & has such quirky little ways. Last Thursday at the Mall, we were sitting on some nice cushy seats provided for the weary to rest a while, waiting for his mother & GOM, & he was bouncing around on the seat. He discovered the backs & the seats were removable, so decided he could take them out, to make a cubby!
Another woman was seated across from us, & seemed to be also waiting I had to restrain him from that, telling him he needed to leave them in place, in case someone else wanted to sit down too.
So then he leaned over & said to me, very confidentially, & with a big grin, "Did you see my fart?"
Startled & a bit horrified I replied "No. And dont say things like that!"
So he leaned over again, & said, with his cheeky grin still in place, "Well, did you smell my fart?"
Stifling an urge to laugh, I told him, in a curt voice, "NO!"
He retreated to the other end of the seat, & was quiet for a bit.
It seems he & his little mates are going through the fascination with such things at PreSchool, & he is forever saying loudly, "Have you got a big butt?" or "I can see your big butt!" With many references to f**ts or f**ting. Perhaps it is a boy thing.
I dont remember our Granddaughter saying similar things, but she had her moments- once at the Doctors she leaned over & said "Dr M is bald! Baldy Baldy!" I was absolutely stricken, & our lovely Dr M did not seem a bit amused. I wished I could sink through the floor, & wondered why it had to be me who was with her when she said such a thing. Not a treat that time!
Nor the time she sat enraged in her car seat, with my mother, & my sister & shrieked at us, "Stop laughing you... you... Scungy Bagheads!"
There was a stunned silence & then we burst out laughing. We have no idea where she got that from, had never heard it before, & never since, but we use if from time to time! A free treat in the form of a family-shared laugh.
Well, it is Autumn, supposedly. That is a season that is one of my life's free treats. I love it. But when it gets crisp & cool. Not yet, because it is still hot & thunderstormy, & there is more heat to come for a while yet.
Hope you have had some treats during your weekend.
Now to sew, which is one more of my treats!