The Tale of the foolish old woman
Once upon a time, there lived a wise old woman in a little white Cape Cod house, deep in the depths of sunny San Jose. The frugal woman gathered together her gold coins from the hidden corners of house and set forth unto the deep discount store, there to buy a couch for her wee green room. There she searched in vane for just the right one, not too big, not too small and not too expensive. Woe be upon her, as she left empty handed with nought to put beneath her bottom.
The wise old woman shared her little white Cape Cod house with wee little, Italian man, fond of cream and garlic, and partial to padding beneath his bottom. When he heard the wise woman’s lament, he rallied to the cause and set off that very same day to fulfill the old wise woman’s dreams.
Many days passed until the venerable delivery van arrived at the little white Cape Cod house, where to reveal a hansom and jolly expensive couch. The old wise woman clapped her hands with glee when her eyes fell upon the illustrious couch. What a clever wee spendthrift Italian man he was.
Thereafter, during subsequent years, the old wise woman’s children trampled the couch quite thoroughly, wherefore to gain sufficient deep proprioceptive input, until it was no longer an illustrious couch, but a tatty old dung coloured heap.
The old wise woman pondered the meaning of life. After much thought and deliberations, the old wise woman decided that life was incomplete. Completeness came in the form of a large hound, with hair and whiskers and a wiggly, waggly tail. The old wise woman took her children aside and advised them verily, that henceforward the whiskery waggly dog must refrain from parking his hairy bottom on the not so illustrious couch. The aforementioned rule would be enforced ruthlessly.
Day after day, day after day, time passed, yah so slowly, yet permanently stuck of fast forward, as children and family learned to adopt the new rule.
All grew older and bigger, and some grew still wiser.
The old wise woman conceded her many foolishnesses of the past, but that in her next life time, which would surely arrive all too soonly, she would revise the laws of logic. First she would buy a dog, then she would buy a partner on the internet, on a sale and return basis with a 5% discount for cash and $6:95 crate free shipping and handling charge, then she would buy some children to avoid stretch marks and teach everyone to sit on the floor, just as they do in the rest world, in this very big planet that we share.
Moral:- there is very little wriggle room for the wise.
























January 20th, 2009 at 6:32 am
LOL, I have a couch like that too. Years ago, the kids jumped on it so much that it ended up with broken slats and a deep hole in the middle. But my daughter was clever enough to suggest putting two pillows under the cushions to cover the hole, and it’s now quite functional. That’s my bit of shared wisdom for the day.
January 20th, 2009 at 8:56 am
thatcher must love all that attention from the kids
January 20th, 2009 at 3:21 pm
NO kids but the couch his suitably decrepit thanks to my good actions. Thatcher looks like he’s enjoying things!
January 20th, 2009 at 10:12 pm
We bought a new sofa/loveseat combination when my oldest was 3 and I was pregnant with the youngest.
What were we thinking?
I simply can not be vigilant enough to divert them every time they get up from eating or drinking something to the bathroom to wash their hands. The sofas end up being their bathroom sinks. And it shows.
January 20th, 2009 at 11:18 pm
We are on the same wavelength! I just blogged about my old couch too! Although your story is much more fanciful
Cheers!
January 21st, 2009 at 9:24 am
My couch got a rip in it and then I realized it was a month before my warranty was up, so I called and “said all the right things,” and they gave me a new one!! Yipppy!!!
January 21st, 2009 at 6:20 pm
Oh but one day you will have that new couch and will miss the lumps — or not
Smiles
January 22nd, 2009 at 8:49 pm
I hope the real ending is: “She lived happily ever after.”