After several days of civility from the poodle and, seemingly, a too late effort to pick up after herself, that less desirable side of the poodle once again reared its ugly head.
Daughter No. 2 and her friend T invited me to visit their church today. Though I smelled an ambush of some sort, I agreed, went with them and was pleasantly surprised to experience a small congregation with a bishop and a ministry and a message which appeared to be spiritually in tune with the Infinite.
I thoroughly enjoyed myself and felt the Presence.
After church, we went to lunch at TGI Friday’s, Cerritos Towne Center. I ordered an appetizer of the fried green beans, which were tasty, then ordered the Fajita entrée and the brownie/ice cream desert and was surprised at how tasteless the Fajita rice and even the guacamole in the entrée was and how disappointing that the brownie was not warm. Oh … and the kitchen had run out of the beans that accompany the Fajita entrée. I attribute the tastelessness to the lack of talent in whoever was working the kitchen and how does one not have a can of beans somewhere in the kitchen? At any rate, I barely touched the entree and brought most of it home to bring the taste level up for dinner or to add to soup or other dishes during the week.
In spite of the disappointing meal, I spent a pleasant morning in church and in the time I spent at lunch with Daughter No. 2 and T only to arrive back at the apartment to face the 3-day old mess the poodle had spread all over the living room.
Towards the end of the day, the mess began to spread across to other areas as the poodle added more clothing, towels and dishes to the mix until finally I said, “You really need to do something about this.”
The poodle gave me attitude by saying, “It wouldn’t look like this if I hadn’t had to pack.”
WHAT?!
Is she really that blind to her issues?
“It’s always like this,” says I. “This kind of stuff has been going on since way before you started packing.”
That’s when the poodle’s bitter resentful side took over and she gave me serious attitude. She got that ugly snide look on her face and spit out something smart-alecky. I didn’t make out what she said and didn’t ask her to repeat. I just reminded myself I only have 24 more days to have to tolerate her hoarder messes, issues and her attitude.
The movers are here on the 15th of February. Where the poodle goes from here with her messes, issues, attitude is between her and God. She is going to have to learn the hard way what she has been unwilling to learn the easy way.
