Craig may be out of town, but I have family locally who ensure that I am not lonely. Yesterday, Curt and Vanessa asked me if the kids could come over while they moved Vanessa's photography studio to a new location.
Lisa asked if I'd like a little help with the kid wrangling. Normally that is not a problem but with the health issues I'm in the middle of, I accepted her offer. Of course, I invited everyone to bring their dogs with them.
Mila, Tammo, Lisa, Molly, Ian, Nash, Gus and Pepper.
Tammo was ecstatic at having everyone come over. Between the kids and the dogs, he didn't know who to play with first.
The play got a little too hard at one point when Tammo and Gus careened into my Honeywell grandparents' antique table, knocking a horse to the floor. (Heart dropping for me, but no breakage, thank goodness.) My Grandpa Martin's railroad conductor's lantern sits on that table, too, but it wasn't harmed, either.
The kids often come over in the summer and I pay them to do chores for me. As part of Lukie's work for the day, I asked him to carry all three of my red, white, and blue horses upstairs to my office (one at a time, please!) and put them on the desk. I went over those directions twice, he repeated them back to me, and I felt confident that he understood my directions and all would be well.
(Surely you can see where this is going.)
We got a surprising amount of work done and when that was finished, we had some lunch and watched the animated version of Disney's The 101 Dalmatians."
If you have not read the book, make that one of your summer projects. You absolutely will not regret it. So much is left out of the movies and there are parts in the book that will make you laugh, and another, very poignant scene, that brings me to tears every time I read it. (Which is many.) And the 101st Dalmatian is actually a surprise and not even mentioned in any of the movies!
Poor Tammo, sad that all his friends left, waiting by the front door and hoping that they're just outside doing their business and will be coming back inside for more playtime.
After everyone left, I headed up to my office to put the models away that Lukie had carried upstairs for me. But they were not on my desk where I'd asked him to put them. My heart dropped and I looked around the room.
My heart dropped even further when I saw where they were.
They were in a safe spot on that shelf, but can you see what is behind them?
Two San Marcos era Designer's Workshop Hagen Renakers, the Head Up and Head Down Ponies!
Normally I don't have any Hagen Renakers sitting outside of their china cabinets let alone out on the photography shelf, but I had been taking pictures of these and not yet put them into the cabinet.
And in Lukie's defense, the shelf was open (especially compared to my desk which has several things piled on it) and so he put two of the red, white, and blue Breyers there.
But where was the third one? Patriot was missing. I turned around, scanning the shelves for him. It took a bit, but at last I spied him.
Lukie had slid him into an open space next to my conga of Lady Phases. And then I had another heart dropping moment.
With that long tail, Patriot did not fit all the way on the shelf and a foreleg was off the shelf. I quickly removed Patriot and set him in a safer spot while I caught my breath.
Always, always, always, people are far more important to me than my collection. I know that Lukie was trying to help and what he did what was logical - if Grammy's desk is messy and there is more room on the shelves, put her models there. I find no fault in his decision and I know he was doing his best to help me out.
And you know what? I may even add Lukie's name to Patriot's tag. No doubt we will be laughing together over this story in the future.