Letter from Pilot

Pilot has been at my parents all week. Here's another letter from him:

Dear Amanda,

Well it has been three days now and I do miss you very much. But, Grandma and Grandpa are very nice and are keeping me busy so the time goes by quickly.

I haven’t written you since the summer and I finally got some time to drop you a line.

Every morning Grandma asks me: “Ready to go get the mail?” Silly question, I am always ready for a walk. We walk out the lane to some small metal boxes attached to a post. Grandma sticks her hand into the box and comes out with what she calls “The mail”. She gets really excited about it. What a great excuse for a walk. We do not always come home the same way as we went and I am afraid that they will get lost. Good thing I have a good sense of direction so I can guide them home.

Then Grandpa told me we had to go dig a cable trench. Sounds like fun, I like to dig. Well he got this big stick with metal on the end and started digging in the gravel. This is something I am good at so I started digging everywhere he did. Sometimes his big stick gets in my way and I have to bark at it. He laughs. Next He got this long black snake like creature out and started to stretch it out along the driveway. Well, I thought I could help by grabbing the end and pulling. I must have pulled too far because Grandpa kept pulling it back. Once I got it and took it a safe way down the lane. After we agreed upon where the black wire should be, can you believe it; Grandpa put it in the trench that I had dug and told me to fill in the trench. Well, I had to dig another trench to fill in the first trench. I really got dirty. About this time Grandma came out to see what us boys were up to. I was glad to have a break from all the manual labor. I ran to get Grandma to show her our well-done job. Well, by the time I got her out to the work site her I had made her nice white top and socks really dirty. I told her I had been digging in the dirt. Next thing I know Grandma is in the laundry room operating a huge white box that she claims will fix all the dirt I put on her. I offered to help sort the pile of clothes but she thought Grandpa

need more help than she did.

Finally we had to stop all this work and have lunch.

After lunch Grandpa started working on his Christmas lights. I tried to help by holding them for him. He finally said that he did not need my help right now. So, I went searching in the bush and found the neatest log. It is longer than me and I had such a time dragging it home. Well Grandma came out to see my latest treasure and laughed and thought it was too big. Grandpa finished his Christmas lights and I decided to help him put away his tools. I picked up his hammer and took it to the garage (Wrong!). So then I took it to the back door (Wrong!). Grandpa caught up with me at the shed and said he would put it away and thanks for the help.

Then my friend Sue called to see if Grandpa and Grandma wanted a hot tub. Next thing I know they have shed their clothes and put on something called bathing suits and they all got into Sue’s big box of water outside in the cold. The part I do not understand is thatthey have been telling me that the lake is too cold and that I should not go into it. Now, here they are sitting in a tub of water outside. I decided to taste the water. It was warm but not really as good as the lake water. Everyone’s head was at my level so I could poke them with my cold nose to check on them to see that they were all right.

After that Grandpa asked me if I wanted to go fishing. Sure I said. So off we go to Peter’s dock since that is the only one left in the water. I cannot quite figure what happened to all the docks that we here on my last holiday. Well, Grandpa took this really long stick with a beautiful shiny “lure” (That’s what he called it.) attached and preceded to throw it out into the lake. I really thought that it had gotten away from him and I cried and ran along the dock to see if I could help get it back. But, guess what? Somehow it came swimming back to Grandpa without my help. Now for the strangest part, Grandpa kept throwing it back into the lake, it kept swimming back to shore to get out of the lake and I kept talking to it all the time.

Thank heavens, Grandma finally called us in for supper. I’m exhausted. I cannot lift my feet off the floor to walk so I drag them. Give me my supper and a soft bed.

Oh! No! They want to go for another walk. Maybe just a short one to make them happy.

Well I am enjoying my holiday but I will be ready for a little rest when I get home to you.

Love

Pilot

P.S. It gets really dark here at night.