What an adventurous two-day span! Saturday saw the benefactor and the eldest female in verbal combat again for most of the day, communicating via finger messages in furious tones. A good night’s sleep and personal space did wonders to allow the relationship to breathe and heal for a fresh start. The benefactor also received contact from Chicago regarding the elder male missing his curfew and not responding to multiple methods of communication, which caused much hand wringing and angst until he confirmed his presence was safe. He received an ear beating via the talking, hand-held square device.
Yesterday was the nascent celebration of the elder male and elder female. He telephoned the benefactor to thank her for his life, and to share that he would be attending a production of Aladdin in the city. The elder female made plans with her companions for the afternoon, so the benefactor treated her and her younger siblings to brunch. Initially, plans were solidified to go to the wondrous Tea House, until the younger siblings demonstrated an inability to listen and retain good sense, almost cancelling the event. Instead, the elder female picked a more suitable space for all where poor manners might be easily forgiven. This morning came too quickly, but surprisingly, everyone rose in a timely manner without ridicule or whippings. Both the younger male and female prepared activities unprompted, as they are accompanying the benefactor to her place of profession for the day. However, preparing to leave, the benefactor caught them shooting a tube device filled with water, whence they had claimed they were watering the garden. As if that was not enough to incite ire, the younger male kept intentionally inquiring, “but why?” to every statement made by the benefactor, after which he peeled with laughter. He knows not how narrowly he retained his life this morning, and how lucky he will be should he find himself extant by end of day. Still, despite these struggles, there is nary a spec of cloud in the ocean of blue sky, and it is a tremendous morning to be in existence.
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