The Little Yellow Bird. Part 33. Moving Into A Mansion.
Created Thursday, February 17, 2011
When I opened the door to the mansion I could not believe my eyes. My handsome brave jet flying Navy husband took us for a tour around our new beautiful home. The floor was polished like glass. I do not know if it had fancy tile, or marble. Our baby birds Daisy, Rosy, and Tulip rolled their red wagon in the mansion, and brought in their play toys in the living room.
My mother and father love the place. My good husband told my mother, and dad to make themselves at home, and to consider the mansion there home too. My mother ,and father, and lots of helpers moved stuff from, and eighteen wheeler truck into our new home .
My husband opened the garage door to park our Corvette. A helper drove my dad's Thunder bird in the garage as well.
We were hungry. My husband knew the family always liked lemon cream donuts, and jelly donuts so he drove to a bakery , and brought home dozens of them with fresh milk, and purchased more snacks for little girls.
Grandpa was anxious to bring his barbecue grill to the patio. The refrigerator was full of good food. We all pulled up chairs at a large lovely oak wood table , and we thanked the lord , and enjoyed some home made sandwiches with tomatoes, and lettuce . Our chicks saw ice cream in our side by side refrigerator freezer ,and started screaming for it. I told them to cut out all the racket because their ice cream was coming as fast as I could put it in bowls. Their impatience to wait one whole minute for me to put it on the table was far too long for them.
Daisy had to go to the bathroom, and so did grandma, and Tulip. It is a good thing there was at least six bathrooms in the house because I can see they will all be occupied.
Rosy walked out of a bathroom crying without her drawers on. The Red Cross nurse rushed over to help Rosy because she left a trail of clothes on the way to the kitchen table.
There is a very large indoor garden in our home. It is large enough for our chicks to practice their flying lessons. There are actually small trees, rock gardens, fish in a little shallow pond, and all kinds of fun things like a swing set , a merry go round, and a sliding board. There are tea sets , and places for the chicks to serve themselves their drinks in tea cups.
Our chicks have their own little room right next to our bedroom just in case they need us. Our bedroom is magnificent with a large luxurious bed for my husband , and I . We have a beautiful color television. We can watch movies if we ever have the time.
I do not know what we are going to do about romantics. I guess we will have to be very quiet like mice when the chicks are sound asleep if they ever actually decide to sleep . I suppose the military will want his time for the war effort.
When I was small my mother, and father were miserable. I do not know if they ever had much romance . Dad was always grouchy so it is my guess that privacy was difficult , for them to acquire. Finally when my brother, and sisters. and I left the nest, mom, and dad had more freedom.
Maybe the Red Cross nurse will read our babies some fairy tales when my husband, and I will desire privacy . To be continued.