Health & Fitness
Wandering Enumclaw by Georgia Moon
Most people think, that my being only five months old and two feet tall. that not much is going on in my brain.
Wandering Enumclaw by Georgia Moon
Most people think, that my being only five months old and two feet tall. that not much is going on in my brain. But I beg to differ and so will Grandpa. He talks to me like I can understand him, and I can but nobody believes it, not even my Mom and my Dad. Sometimes grandpas know more than people think, mine certainly is right about me.
My Grandma owns a flower shop on Cole St. Really nice ladies are now in the front of the shop selling antiques. They always try to make me laugh, but I don’t always smile back every time. Sometimes I make them work for a smile. I have to milk this baby thing while I can.
Grandpa takes me for a walk around town twice a day. He tries to keep me on the shady side of the street. I guess when I get more hair he might try the sunny side. When I get around to talking I’ll ask for a hat------but-----not some of those dopey ones I’ve seen on other babies----something that fits my developing personality better.
Grandpa has never said it, but I suspect that he is taking me out so Grandma and Aunt Mary can get some work done. I’m already helping at the shop by testing out one of the balloons they sell to customers. My job is to shake it and bat it. We wouldn’t want to sell defective balloons. I’m thinking if I break it that they will give me a different one to test. Yesterday we made the normal rounds.
We headed down the street to play the piano and drum on the sidewalk in front of the music store. Grandpa doesn’t let me hold the stick by myself. Maybe when I get more hair he’ll let me. A nice man wearing an old hat sat down and played for a while. He sounded just like the player piano in Grandpa’s basement. Grandpa danced me around the sidewalk. I smiled at the people in the music store.
Next stop was the pony on the corner----but first we look at the games and toys in front of C.C.’s. I think that the big stuffed dog in the wagon really likes me, but I don’t think that baby lambie would like to share my crib with a big doggy. Normally when grandpa sits me on the pony it’s pretty cold. Yesterday it was nice and warm. I see horses on TV and people ride on them. I keep hoping for this pony to gallop off, but no luck so far.
Next we headed north along Cole Street. We always stop to smell the good smells coming from the Kitchen. Then we look in the window of This and That. I like to see the funny bug in the wheel barrow and the pretty star. It looks fun inside---but----maybe when I get an allowance and hair Grandpa will take me inside to shop. Big people shop and they seem to enjoy it.
Jackson’s always smells good. Some dopy scientist figured out I can’t have sold food until I’m at least six months. I’ve got two bottom teeth already and I’d like to sink them into one of those pizzas I see people chowing down. I don’t think that you have to have hair to eat pizza as I’ve seen big people in there with less hair then I have.
We always look in the window of the pie shop on the corner. The ladies are making pies right in the window and always wave at me. I smile back. A couple more teeth, hopefully on the top and I’m going to see what all this pie fuss is all about.
I had a special trip to the post office. On the way we noticed that the Mint is now being fixed up and will be reopening-----and-----the old Indian Book Store is being painted. Next time I’ll do a little creative feet kicking and see if I can see more of Enumclaw. Right now it’s time for my nap.