The Parrot's Pill

I took the parrot's pill today.

- What?

I'll tell you.

When we were kids and had one of those moments when we could not, simply could not stop talking, the saying at home was:

- Did you take one of the parrot's pills?

Needless to explain it was because parrots talk too much. And they can be inconvenient. They can be noisy. And annoying.

My grandmother - may God keep her there, wherever she is - used to have one.

And her parrot was a pain in the neck sometimes. That's why I know that parrots can talk too much. He was kept right outside her kitchen door, in a very neat spot, where he could walk around and keep an eyeball in everything that was happening in the kitchen, since the door was always wide open,  as well as on the gate that lead to the backyard.

And the son of a gun was always screaming at us, my brother and I, warning grandma that we were on the way to the yard, up to some mischief.

Anyway, I am loosing track of what I was going to say.

I said that I had taken the parrot's pill.

Because I am talkative today. I have a lot to tell.

Did you already notice?  You are smart.

Mother in law's water heater went "kaputz". The "Scheisse!"

She phoned last night. And there we went this morning, for Gordon to check on it and take care of the business.

Her water heater sits in her garage. Behind a truck load of stuff.

I like the word STUFF. It can mean good things, and bad things. It can also mean the junk that we found in front of her water heater! Junk stuff that should be thrown away, without a tear or a sigh.

But, you don't go to someone else's house and dare suggest:

- Why don't you just clean this area and throw all this crap in the trash?

Specially if you would be talking to your mother in law. Oh, no! You don't mess with her stuff. 

Anyway, while Gordon and Mama were discussing what to do, I went to her back yard to take some pictures.

I remembered Sharon, from Life with Jack and Jill.

Last Friday, she posted a picture of a Trumpet Vine and I made a comment that my mother in law has one, and that she gets pissed that hers are inundated with ants.  So, I took a picture for Sharon to see.

Sharon, take a look, my friend.

Can you see the freaking ants all over the small buds? Oh, they sting too, the darn things. Some of the other bunches of flowers had double the amount of ants. It is kind of yuk, isn't it?

And I walked all around, taking pictures. Mama has tons of flowers and nice little things (stuff) around her gardens. I had a ball.

I loved the velvety texture of this beauty. And the colour!

Someone is living in this old house. I can see part of the "furniture", although I could not see it / he / she / them.  Pity.

I thought this picture came out good, with the water droplets and all.  Uuu...hu... the fancy camera gets it.

Since the birds were all afraid of me, and did not want to pose for any pictures, I got her two Dodo Birds, which she has on the sides of the steps to the main door.

I think they are funny and cute. Seventeen bucks each, she told me!! And I almost fell on my butt!

On the way home, I saw something that made me think of Nancy, from A Rural Journal. 

I bet you will agree with me.

So, was I right?

Shut up, Miriam! Enough for now.

OK. Bye!