The Good Housekeeping Fairy

8:30 a.m.--This morning I grudgingly invited the Good House Keeping Fairy to help me. I must confess that between August 15 and October 29 I have approached house keeping with a minimal level of commitment. I shall call it surface cleaning. 

We returned last night from five days on the road visiting Fredericksburg, Texas and Round Top, Texas with our Watt family from Seattle. The days were hot humid and cloudy, and that was fine with us. The key word for me is hot. If it is warm this woman prefers the outside.

Arriving home last night to "old man winter" I slept fitfully. During the wee hours of the morning I awoke to read AMERICAN GODS by Neil Gaiman. At 3:30 this morning, while waiting to go back to sleep I traveled with my shadowy leading figure somewhere in the north country of Wisconsin fighting the bad guys. No,  neither he nor I know who the bad guys are, but 300 pages into the journey we are still searching and dreaming. I returned to bed.

I awoke a few hours later to a new buzzing noise. Jack had misplaced his phone and hit his find phone button. Waking to an alarm I had never heard gnarled my mind slightly. 

The sunshine and the cold morning alerted me that it was time to I climb out of bed. Still in my soft comfy pajamas I began to read, legs covered in a warm blanket and a heating pad on my back, I stepped inside the black Lincoln with Shadow and Wednesday, and traveled to San Francisco  to meet another illusional character. Traveling through time in illusional ways takes my mind away from the sadness in the world today. Neil Gaiman likes to think of it as warping time, creating space for more, or in my case more to do. 

Somewhere, in my reading mind I looked at the dusty window blinds and wished for the Good House Keeping Fairy to show up and clean those dusty gray brown window blinds. NOTE TO SELF AND AUDIENCE: When reading a book by Neil Gaiman do NOT make wishes.

Suddenly, the house cleaning fairy fluttered between the pages of the book in my lap and explained that it was time to get up and clean. I pleaded, "I'm warm and comfy and it's cold outside. Let's wait till another day." In a flash of light she beat her wings in agitation and flew away.

An hour later, after breakfast while I was innocently washing the dishes and cleaning the counter tops, she returned with her team of Good House Keeping Fairies.  Before I knew what had happened I had completely dusted the tile floors,  was cleaning the bottom dusty edges of the refrigerator. In the air I could hear the fairies chattering about the old days when we had to defrost the Ice Box.  The chatter improved my mood and I began to hum a tune from childhood.

One misty moisty morning, when cloudy was the weather

I chanced to meet an old man, dressed all in leather.

He began to compliment and I began to grin.

How do you do, how do you do

and how do you do again.

I continued cleaning in under and around the refrigerator, as my mind wondered back to The Blue Barn Antiques and clothing fair at Round Top, Texas. While trying on a dress, the saleslady helped me with choices  and somehow our minds drifted to a common childhood of wearing our winter pajama bottoms under our dresses to keep us warm.  Being a cloudy moist day she began to hum and I began to sing the words.  We laughed and loved our commonality. I bought the dress. 

Like 'Touch Magic,' the cleaning of the black refrigerator is complete. My hands dry and wrinkled, my pajamas damp. Jack and Murphy returned from their walk and I took a moment to change clothes and be ready for the day. 

11:32--I am really quite irritated with this house cleaning fairy, but all the while I am laughing out loud at myself. By 11:00 a.m. I dressed in jeans and a warm shirt and begin the laundry. Whether I can give thanks or blame to  Mother Goose for doing laundry on Monday's is beyond me now.

Suddenly, Jack finds me and says with his head bowed, "Don't let Murphy in."  I followed Jack to the back door and there stood the muddiest dog on earth. Even he felt ashamed of his appearance. I overheard the cackle of the fairies in the background. Now, how to add a Murphy bath to my long list of chores.

The dishwasher is unloaded and I discover that my dry tennis shoes must have been mudded from the rains before we left on our Texas tour. Below and behind my feet I see a trail of mud chips, from the closest to the bathroom, back through the hallway and to the kitchen my shoes have left dry mud blotches everywhere, which means I will be vacuuming the bedroom and hallways. 

12:40 Laundry going full blast and two more rooms to vacuum. Lunch will be a nice break. 

1:15--We step outside to decide Murphy's fate. Then I realize that I can tackle a gardening project, while Murphy plays behind my back. This will help to dry him and I can take time to rub him with the towel and brush him, in between digging up plants.  Luckily, Jack helped with the heavy lifting and keeping Murphy occupied while I groomed the geraniums, plumbago, and ivy.

2:55  I am now forced to sit outside in the sunshine and read. 

With the plants ready to come inside and Murphy drier I will happily sit outside and read while he continues to sit nearby for occasional  brushing and combing.  Forty pages read while wrapped in a warm blanket.  So far to go and so little time....

4:47 Plants tucked into the back porch in hopes of sunning themselves for a few more days outside. Murphy is dry and brushed but smells of dirt. He goes to the groomer on Wednesday.

Last spring's frozen chili is on the stove and I am ready to sit back down on the heating pad. My eyes may close for a few minutes. 7, 543 steps and never once did I leave the front door for a walk. The fairies disappeared when I sat down to read in sunshine, but I am sure they will be back tomorrow as the dusty gray brown window blinds still have my wiggly finger lines showing. 

I do not understand why folklore tells dozens of stories about fairies and elves helping people, yet my fairy brought in helpers and they only seemed to create more work for me? 

IN TENT CITY by Murphy Doodle

this is not my idea of fun, sitting in the hot sun. i like to sit with jack in the cool house on the soft blue couch that i share with him

i learned about tent cities when jack and letty took me to a market place one day.....i liked all of the smells but not the peoples feet....they were too close to me and i felt like each one of them might step on me...

people of all sizes and smells reached over and tapped my head and said things like OH HE IS SO CUTE. letty says thank you to them and jack growls like a man....i wag my tail and we all laugh

lately our house has felt some InTentCity (that's what letty calls it) when jack and letty watch read and white football on the colored screen in our living room....jack yells and gets upset....one time he scared me so bad that I jumped up off the couch....he slammed the door before i could follow him outside

letty tried to explain football InTentCity to me but all I can think of is what happens when jack gets mad and yells

he yells when the boy throws the ball to the wrong person or when someone in read and white drops the ball in the wrong place....there are read and white people everywhere on the screen why does it matter as long as someone is throwing the ball and having fun?

and where are the tents?

i am glad he likes me when i drop the ball anywhere i want

i wish you could see me wag my tail right now....i figured out what intentcity feels like....

one day when i was protecting jack from the squirrels one squirrel nearly slapped my face with his claws...i chased him fiercely all over the yard before he could jump in the magic tree and disappear...  

jack clapped and yelled GOOD DOG MURPHY... that is how jack acts when that boys runs the right direction with the ball toward the tents 

i show intentcity when i chase squirrels...

every day i learn something new about people and how they act

 

What I Am Learning by Murphy Doodle

I am Murphy Doodle, writer and people lover.

I am two years old now whatever that means to people but I am still the same writer I have always been

Letty said I had to use CAPITAL letters when i write...it is hard for a dog to hit two keys at once but i am learning

I like to write about what I see and smell...mostly smell

one day letty turned to jack and said that I had a keen eye for squirrels

I think she meant that I could smell squirrels and see them run on the fence and in the trees…I think that is what keen means

There are little mice running in letty's garden and i try to catch them everyday so they will not hurt letty...once when i caught one she screamed like it was wrong...i dropped the mouse and ran away

Once maybe twice when I was a puppy  and very small I saw a square flat thing on the table and mice where on top…they didn’t move and I couldn’t smell them but it bothered me to see them in the house…

I decided to sneak up on the mice and kill them before letty got home…it was very difficult to kill them…worst of all they didn’t move or even smell like mice…I chewed an chewed on the corners of the box until I was tired of the taste…the mice didn’t move so I guess they were dead  

When Letty came in the room she picked up the box and scolded me in a loud scary voice that made me hang my head and feel really bad on the inside…she didn’t understand  that I wanted to protect her from the mice

Next she picked up boxes everywhere and said these are BOOKS, MURPHY…do not eat BOOKS and she pointed a finger in my face and hugged the BOOK (box)  i think that means i need to learn a new people word called books...she has books everywhere but i will not eat them ever again

One time I chewed on letty’s purple eye glasses because I was lonely and wanted to be by her side…when she saw what I had done she shook her head sideways (that means no in body language) and then she scolded me again and said NO NO NO

Later she invited me to sit on her lap and she petted me….so she did not stay mad at me very long

I have chews everywhere now so i do not get in trouble

 

I wag my tail a lot now that I am older because I am always happy to be in my home and I do not chew up things like I did when I was little