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The Great Fish Dilemma!Posted Friday, July 6, 2012, at 9:40 AM
Once again Kay trusted me enough to take a few days reprieve from caring for her feeble and dense husband to visit relatives in St. Louis -- three whole days and an equal number of lonely nights. This is as much a tribute to the efficacy of the pacemaker manufacturer as to said husband.
There must be some degree of belief in my ability to survive, though, because she has entrusted to me the care and feeding of THE GOLDFISH!
THE GOLDFISH has a name, I'm told; but, he/she doesn't answer to it. My assignment: To dump one of her paper cupcake baking cups full of fish food into the bowl containing her fish (was that once a day each or three times a day?). This I can do, maybe. As to the why and how of everything else she does to keep the darn thing going, such mysteries are beyond me.
This fish, the survivor of two originals, has been in our household a goodly number of years. They arrived shortly after granddaughters Hailee and Britney won them at a Rotary Fourth of July Carnival, as I recall, in 2005. They had quickly become grandma's problem, and only her will and determination has kept the survivor going this long.
Kay spends, what, a grand a year on fish food and water purifier and stuff? She dutifully changes the water on some more or less regular basis; also cleaning the little blue marbles in the bowl at the same time. As said, the why and how eludes mere husbands.
This current July 4, as grandma prepared to flee to St. Louis, granddaughter Brittany and grandson Cameron showed up unannounced needing grandma posthaste. Seems they had each won themselves a Goldfish at the Rotary carnival! Oh, joy (to quote grandma).
We found each an extra fishbowl (left over from the last time grandkids had been keepers of fish). They were issued instructions and enough provisions to last the fish until Monday, when grandma would return and rescue the fish keepers. This assumes any of the fish last that long.
The end of this story is not yet told, but here is the great fish dilemma ...
Will any grandchild and/or this mere husband remember to feed any of the fish?
Will any of the fish survive three days and nights without Kay?
Will any mere husband survive three days and nights without Kay?
If there is no new blog next week you can be assured one or more of these questions were rejoined in the negative.
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