Sadly, yesterday we had to bid a sad farewell to
Zippy, our beloved guppy.
He was more than just a fish to us.Tony will miss how he was always swimming around in his tank, how colorful he was for a guppy, his jumping up, and Tony always trying to catch him to clean the tank.
I will miss this little creature for
(silly as it may sound) his continual presence, daily morning hello and nightly welcome, upon my returning home, with his tank light. He actually used to swim up to the top of the tank to greet me as I would drop his food in each morning. Most surely, I will miss how he truly lived up to his name. He would zip up to the top of the tank from the bottom as if he was playing at times.
And from his original owner ~ Zippy was a good little guppy. He must've been 4 yrs old. Fernando got to witness his birth. After 2 wks old he came home to live with us. He had 1 sister and 1 brother. They were so small you had to squint and look real, real hard to see them. Zippy was the larger of the three. And right from the start he wasn't very nice to his siblings. He made sure he got to eat first. He got to chose his "spot" first and wouldn't let anyone else invade his space. It was so hard to clean their bowl when they were so small and almost invisible. I was certain I had accidentally flushed them down the drain. But then Zippy decided to get rid of his siblings, he wanted the fish bowl all to himself. It was a lot of fun watching Zippy grow up and get some color. He was a real enjoyment. Every morning feeding him and watching him swim around was a nice ritual. But then it was time to have Zippy move on and bring others enjoyment. I'm glad he spent his last years in a nice home with those that loved him. Something about a fish that makes you smile. Even tho Zippy wasn't always the nicest little guppy he still brought out the smiles.
Goodbye Zippy, you were a good little guppy.I am reminded of the time years ago when Greta and Carol were little and we had 2 gerbils. Along the lines of 'survivor', the stronger one decided to "get rid" of the weaker one. AAK! Greta was devasted, asking us to bury him in a box in the back yard, all of this in the midst of a raging thunderstorm! And our backyard was no more than 3 feet from a very full brook!
Grets, remember the CROOKED HOUSE? So we put the gerbil into a box and trundled out in the rain and thunder and buried the little creature. It was the least I could do. It took me a while to 'forgive' the remaing gerbil.
Oh.. and then the time that one of our cats was hit by a car. Poor Greta again. As we were retreiving our kitty and walking back across the street to our property to bury it in the yard,
(remember this Greta?) somebody STOLE the shovel we had left by the side of the road! Insult upon injury!
Life... hmmm
Farewell Zippy... I missed you this morning.
Well kids? I made it to CT.
This post WAS mostly photos of Seamus' latest stay at the Milford Powell Inn. Some how they disappeared and have been posted in an entry above.
Saturday, Tony had the pleasure of meeting Seamus, face to face. There were a few 12 yr old comments about "noisy babies" and one needing ear muffs offered by Tony upon hearing Sir Seamus' call for food. Only wish I had a recording of Tony at that age to let him hear his own calls for this and that!
While Seamus was taking one of his "catnaps", Tony drew a Blau family picture for Seamus.
Captured, here are some bonding moments.
Friday night I trained to NYC to spend the day with Greta and Seamus on Saturday. Saturday, after doing some chores (you know me... gotta do those chores!) we (Greta and Nana) set out for an afternoon stroll with Seamus. At first, it was stressful for both Mama and baby. But we continued on, saying... "this is an experiment...let's just try and see". Good things happened!
By the time we got to the end of the block Seamus had stopped crying... and brave MamaBear was relaxing a bit as well. Internally, I was saying a big "phew"!
As that it was a short day visit... PapaBear and Seamus escorted me back to GST for my train home. I had to take a photo of Jim holding the blankie over Seamus (as ordered by Greta!)... "Make sure you put that blanket on MY baby, it's getting cold out there!" Papa wisely granted her wish and did just that. Photo is "proof" so he gets admission back home!
Megan, a coworker and 
mother of one of the cutest redhead girls I have ever seen, is a continual source of "been there done that" when it comes to baby products. 
Confirmation that he felt comfy and safe.
In hand, came a fun and cheerful basket of goodies that she and Lizzie had put together for 
everybody. Carol's card to Greta speaks the truth.
And how can you not smile when greeted by this "clucker"!
And his pal. the NYC pet.
Mission Elves from NYC to CT was successful yesterday!
At dinnertime, Grampy grilled Talapia (as only he can) while I prepared the rest of the evening meal (winter squash, baked potato, salad with avocado)... MORE YUM. Kitty joined us as we settled down in front of "Seamus's first fire" to enjoy a good meal. Finally, Mimi got to hold her newest greatgrandson.
The new parents were given the king bed to sleep in.
On the Road Again!
winter evening.
Sadly, yesterday we had to bid a sad farewell to Zippy, our beloved guppy.
I will miss this little creature for (silly as it may sound) his continual presence, daily morning hello and nightly welcome, upon my returning home, with his tank light. He actually used to swim up to the top of the tank to greet me as I would drop his food in each morning. Most surely, I will miss how he truly lived up to his name. He would zip up to the top of the tank from the bottom as if he was playing at times.
The "giant" is my newest favorite friend.
Safe Passage Granny Frannie and John!
