Mediating: Slappy v. Freaktoe and Veggie Tales v. Psalty
So here it is, more than a month after my test post, and I haven’t done squat. It’s almost 9:00, and I’m still multitasking. Eight-year-old Freaktoe is reading in bed, and she, like the rest of us, are trying to ignore two-year-old Slappy crying and going through her repertoire of tactics she uses to try to keep from having to actually go to sleep. “I’m scared!” “Sissy’s mean!” “Aahhhhh!” “What did I do?” “Turn this off!” (referring to the boom-box softly playing “Safe in Your Daddy’s Arms.”) Nice, Slappy. Thanks much. Burning Veggie Tales for you as we speak.
I have a defense mediation by phone tomorrow. Incredible mess involving our leased nursing home operation, the owner of the property, the management company, two insurance companies, the broker, two other parties in the chain between the broker and the insurance companies, two attorneys for each of the above (only a slight exaggeration), one local counsel here, in-house counsel (that’s me), and the mediator. Oh what fun . . . .
Slappy’s escaping from the crib. I know this because Freaktoe is screaming it at the top of her lungs. Like it’s a new occurrence or something.
Now Freaktoe starts in on her repertoire. “Can I turn up the lamp?” “Can you shut the closet door?” “Can you read by the door?”
The Veggie Tales burn didn’t work because I got those CD-RWs, thinking I could save some money re-using CDs. Didn’t know they took so long to burn. Didn’t know they don’t play on old CD players. Like the one in the Slappy’s room.
“Daddy. Want Veggie Tales.” For some reason, Slappy’s not following the CD-R, CD-RW explanation. Boiling it down to “Veggie Tales doesn’t work. Sorry.” results in a pause and then an “Aaaahhh!!!”
I’m with you, Slappy.
And still, along with all this, I’m thinking about writing. Thinking about a second book. Blogging its creation. Might actually do it.
Slappy’s escaped again. Hold on.
Angela’s on a frantic quest for the original Veggie Tales CD. It’s important. Determined it’s probably in storage in the dungeon under the stairs. Substituting Psalty.
Still trying to figure out how to make Hello work. Need pictures.
Still considering the blogging the creation of a new novel idea. Percolating.
News flash. Slappy doesn’t like substitutes.
