It’s time for another funny Ringo report.
I’ve noticed a slight stealthiness developing in Ringo since the addition in the family circle of dogs: Ally’s “Maggie” and “Bentley”, Karen’s four pound Yorkiepoo. It involves our crow’s nest, of all places.
To give you a short history on “the crow’s nest”—it’s the highest place in the house, remote and rarely frequented these days. It’s a of tower accessed by captain’s stairs and surrounded by a bench with pillows. It’s mostly windows so the views are great. Brit and I used to go up there in the evening (back in the early days of the house) and have a drink in the evening…watch the sunset or catch a glimpse of the blinking light at the intersection of 156 and old highway 40. When there was such a light. We were often joined by friends and we loved our times up there.
Then grand kids came along and the tower was transformed into a library. I used to read to Mackenzie by the hour…then Drew and Tyler joined ranks with us as we became surrounded by stacks of books accumulated in our “library”.
The library then naturally transformation into Mackenzie’s “school” for her cousins. She had lessons and instructions for them that kept them captivated for hours on end. When they tired of “school”, she transformed it into an office and they did a pretend mail order business, fast food and all their explosive minds could imagine. They had all the bits and pieces of paraphernalia a teacher/office manager could hope for. They lived in the tower.
Then, Mackenzie went to Salina to live with her dad and the tower became a video game annex for Drew, Tyler and their friends. Later the high school boys converged there to play poker and gin rummy.
The tower has been rather unused until recently when I’ve noticed that Ringo, of all peope, has been sneaking up there when he thinks I’m not noticing. He’s been very sneaky about it and it has raised my suspicions about what he is up to. To get to the tower, he has to creep by the bridge and from my chair in the living room, I can see him trying to see me without me seeing him. I think he made most of his trips up there when I was in the hospital.
The other day when Deneen was here, my curiosity got the best of me and I asked her to check to see what the heck he was up to. This huge laugh came from her when she climbed up…with Ringo in hot pursuit…to check on his tower activities. He has taken all of his toys up there…one by one…and laid them out on the bench. Every last one of them. He carefully put all the bones on the floor and covered them with pillows in an obvious attempt to hide them from Maggie and Bentley. He’s just plain tired of sharing his stuff with them anymore. The last time Maggie was here, as a pup, she chewed up one of his favorite ducks….so now I understand.
Enough is enough. The tower belongs to Ringo.
Thanks for tuning in…. (it’s good to be back…)