That's right. We got a letter about being evicted. Don't panic. Half the people in the Minneapolis public housing did too. Computer glitch, anyone?
That was the scary thing today. But mama wented to the office and they said we were okay.
Oh, the other scary thing was a knock on our door this afternoon. They FINALLY turned the gas on in the stove. Now mama can boil water, she said. I think that's silly, but it makes her happy. She is still putting books away and dishes and stuff, and Thursday she goes to the doctor again.
And oh, yes. Another gloomy day. I found space on one of the end tables (it has three levels) to sit, but mama isn't very happy about it. She said something about it being an antique, and her gramma and granpa would be very upset with me if they knew I was sitting on their table. But they are over the rainbow bridge, so it's only mama who is upset.
But she said she understood that I need new places to be when I want to be alone, so she didn't yell at me. And she gave me part of her lunch, too.
That's the news from here. Except, mama tried to take a picture of me today, and the camera wouldn't work. Wonder if it just needs new batteries? And something is wrong with the shower head in the shower. It won't stay on the wall. Hmm. Got a little wet in the bathroom this morning, and hey, it's my bathroom, too!
Love, hugs, and a special smooch for that dashing reporter, Mr. Hendrix,