Heebie-Jeebie Week, Miss Penny speaking,
I’m being cool, heebie-jeebie is an expression used in the 1920s, flapper slang, that I picked up from Susan’s latest book. It means nervous, sinister, spine tingly and not in a good way, more like a sense that something terrible is about to happen. That was my week.
First, we go for a walk in the middle the morning, very unusual, then we pace up and down the driveway. A big truck pulls in and two men get out and talk to Susan. I don’t know these people so I give them a good sniff. One guy is oaky he has a dog, a Labrador or Retriever I think, the other has a cat, I’m not too keen on cats, but he seems all right.
We go back to the apartment, now the heebie-jeebies start again,
I’m trembling, things are not right. Susan props the door open and leaves me on my leash, yep inside the apartment. I hear rumbling in the hallway and two carts, loaded with massive boxes, appear at our door. Knives come out, slash, slash as they open the boxes, I dial up the trembling, maybe my sniff test was not right today. Susan pets me and picks me and she’s not concerned.
Furniture appears from the boxes, a dinning room table and chairs,
then other stuff is unpacked and everything smells familiar but I can’t put my paw on it. It all smells like someone who gives me lots of loving and cuddles. Who can it be? I search my memory and then it comes to me, Granny Betty, is she here, where is she? This must be her stuff from England. Then I remember, Susan going to England last year and the sad news that Granny Betty had died. It’s nice having her things around us and I no longer have the heebie-jeebies.