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August 24 Thanks Alltel Mighty, Free At Last!Well,
it's finally happened, Mom has been officially unbanned from Alltel. We
are all very happy that she is off the terrorist list of that cell
phone company and freed to enter any Alltel store in the world at any
time (during regular business hours) to do her peaceable, legal phone
business without fear of reprisal or imprisonment. She was cautioned,
however, not to return to the Alltel store in which the incident
occured because Phil, while unstable, is still thought of as a
retrainable asset by the company and they wish to retain him rather
than try to replace him. I say, Good Luck, Chuck! It has been my
experience that humans with domination issues are not easily salvaged,
but we'll see I suppose. So, now that mom doesn't have to plan her routes to avoid Alltel checkpoints, we are free to move about the country once again. And that we shall. Mom is trying to get sent to Florida before the fifth of September. She and dad and I are going to New York in October, so with Hurricane/Tropical Storm/Tropical Depression/Tropical Mood Disorder Fay stomping all over Florida and Alabama, she hopes to get thirty days in before that time. That will give her some extra time in and some extra bucks (if The Emily stops running red lights and other expensive law-related activities while she is gone. In July she was giving money to the government and lawyers as fast as mom was making it up in Illinois) and a little spending money in New York. Other fun things that have been going on around here: 1) Plumbers with axes- Plumbers had to come in and dig up big holes inside and outside the fence in the back yard in order to fix a broken pipe that led to the alley. To do that they first had to cut down the Paradise trees in the back yard...TIMBER! I watched the whole thing from my seat at the back window. It was awsome. Then they dug their holes very deep, like six feet. I thought they were digging a grave at first because it was so big and deep and I ran to warn dad while he was sleeping. I mean really, even though he doesn't buy us the good food while mom is gone, he still takes good care of us and I like him ok. I didn't want them to come in the house with their big sledge hammers (oh, didn't I tell you about the sledge hammers yet?) and whack the old man and hide him in the back yard. So I jumped on him in the bed and he woke up really fast. He must have been dreaming because he sat straight up and started to get out of bed. I ran over to the door so he could follow me. He cussed at me and came after me, but his Elephant machine was still hooked to his face and he got stuck by it. The Elephant hose got jerked off and the hissing machine fell off the chair and Dad slipped and fell back on the bed. Kyra had been on the bed and she was startled awake by my warning and was barking her lungs out on top of the bed. It was really pretty funny and I'd have been laughing if I wasn't so afraid of the plumbers. Then the phone rang... it was them. Dad got up, still cussing, and put on his shorts with the red suspenders (because Mom says that now he works for the Fire Department he should wear red suspenders. I don't get it, but I guess Dad does. After all, he wears them) and went to the door. I jumped up on top of the chair by the front door and meowed and meowed as loud as I could, but he opened the door anyways. Outside was the grinning plumber, his young assistant hanging behind, sledge in hand. They started to talk. The "reason" the plumbers said they needed the sledge hammer was that the broken pipe was under part of the driveway and they had to break up the concrete above it. Yeah, logical but, well, come on. Anyways, dad went out with them and I watched from the back window helplessly as the plumber walked Dad close to the edge of the hole and his assistant walked up behind Dad with the sledge. I nearly passed out with fear. I beat on the window as hard as I could and Dad turned around to look at me. The guy with the sledge looked around at me and glared as he lowered the big hammer to the ground. The plumber let go of Dad's arm as he walked toward the window to tell me to be quiet. Whew! That was a close one. So, the pipe was fixed and the hole was filled. Maybe there was no one in it when they filled it, maybe there was, but at least it wasn't Dad. 2) The washer flooded because dad had been working on the drain and forgot to put the hose back in it when he started the washer. The water went everywhere, even under the door and walls into Mom and Dad's bedroom and bathroom. Boy, let me tell you, that was good for a solid four hours of cussing! Dad had so many fans going it was like a hurricane around here. And that was all before mom came home from Illinois. I'll tell you all about that in the next entry. TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://cato9tales.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!566699174AE57DC3!162.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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