The kids are out of school, Alpha Geek has one more day to work. We couldn’t quite manage to work up some snow, but it is getting very… brisk at night.
Alpha Geek’s uncle, Devant, has come south for the winter. His normal habitat is Ottawa, but he’s making a migration to (relatively) warmer climes for the next couple of weeks. This year he’s staying with us during his visit. I’ve spent the last week or so fretting, because the only place we’ve got room to set up another bed is our unfinished basement. It gets awfully chilly down there at night and I worried Devant would get too cold.
“He’s from Canada,” Alpha Geek assured me. “He’s probably going to think we keep the house way too warm anyway. He’ll be fine.”
Devant got in last night; this morning I found he had moved up from the basement and was asleep on the couch. I told them the basement got cold at night.
Nonetheless, he seems happy enough to be here. He hasn’t seen the boys in years, and wanted to stay with us so he’d have more chance to do so this visit. He’s been telling them his stories, which is what grandkids and nephews are for.
Duchess is less than thrilled about this strange person in her home. When she’s nervous about strangers she retreats to the basement. This stranger is in the basement. He has invaded her little sanctuary and she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
Normally we keep the bedroom door shut so she can’t get in, but today I’ve been leaving it open so she can hide under our bed. That gives her a safe place to retreat when the strange new person is moving around. Before I did that, she was getting so stressed out her tail was fluffing up with anxiety.
Devant accompanied me to the grocery store this afternoon, so we could get him some things he likes to eat. He mentioned that we might get some chocolate chip cookies.
“Director can make those,” I responded, grabbing a bag of semi-sweet morsels. “He’s been wanting to for a week or so anyway.”
The Director loves to make cookies. When he was little I showed him how to make cookies just so he could feel like there was something he could do, during a period when he was having trouble in school and feeling kind of discouraged. Now he loves to make them because of the positive associations he has with cookie-baking.
He also commiserated with his uncle about my unreasonable attitude towards food in my car. Poor Devant got a bag of chips at the store as we were checking out—but I wouldn’t let him eat them in the car.
“Yeah, she won’t let anybody eat in her car,” sympathized the Director.
What can I say, I’m peculiar about my car.