Home alone. Again. My wife, as she is prone to do, has left
me. Not permanently—at least I don’t think so. I guess it remains to be seen
though. Supposedly, she’s coming home today after a long weekend for a short
vacation.
For now, it’s just the dogs and me. But they’re good
company. Kind of. They seem to think it’s my fault their favorite person isn’t
here. They’re sort of like my grandchildren who make no bones about it; they
like Grandma better. But that’s okay, at least they like me! But as one of them
recently told me, “I miss you when you’re gone and I’m a little sad but
actually, I don’t like you as much.” Translation: It’s hard to compete with
Grandma! I know how he feels. I’m rather fond of his grandma too. And no one
can compete with her.
When this same grandchild visited this past Saturday, he was
very disappointed that Grandma wasn’t home. And, he informed me that he was
very sorry but he would not be visiting again until she was back. “It’s just
not the same,” he said.
When I suggested I could come visit him, he shook his head.
“Not if you don’t bring Grandma.”
“What if I just show up without her?”
He gave me a frown. “Grandpa,” he said sternly, “You don’t
make the rules.”
So apparently, according to the “rules,” I’m not allowed to
have visitors or visit anyone. And now you know why I’m home alone. ~
Bruce
A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey,
Miscarriage Of Justice, The Lana Denae Mysteries, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook at www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS
and
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