Friday, 1/24/22 - Master and Mrs. Po travel to watch grandson, Nick play basketball. Nick play for Bishop Guilfoyle, (colors are purple and gold). His team, BG, play at Forest Hills High School, (colors are green and gold), also FH is alma mater of Mrs. Po and mine, too. So we are aware of colors of our old school.
As soon as I walk into
gym, I see BG cheerleader, Caitlyn, who also friends with my
granddaughters, who also attend BG. Always being polite, Master Po
say, "hello," to young lady. She reply, "Hi." I
say, "how are you?" She say, "fine, and you?" I
say, "I'm doing good, thanks for asking."
Above, BG Cheerleaders in Purple and Gold colors
Caitlyn promptly head up bleachers in her GREEN AND GOLD sweater, and sit with other Forest Hills fans. Master Po totally embarrassed that she not only, not Caitlyn, but not cheerleader, and not friend of my granddaughters' and not go to BG either. Master Po just chalk this up to his poor eyesight, color blindness and his obsessive compulsion to be polite in all circumstances.
Today, 1/25/22, Master Po watching tv in afternoon. He hear, "Ah Hmmmm.... Waa Waa," in some kind of brass-horn-sound. Master Po never hear this before but with his keen intelligence, he know for sure, sound come from commercial on tv.
A few minutes later he hear same sound again, "Ah Hmmmm.... Waa Waa," but same commercial not on this time, so his keen sense of deductive reasoning tell him, this must be dog howling because she hear fire siren in town. I ask Mrs. Po if fire siren go off, she say, "No."
So I yell at dog and tell her to be quiet. She cower, put tail between hind legs and not knowing why I yell at her.
3rd time Master Po hear, "Ah Hmmmm.... Waa Waa," again. This time I get up off couch, take dog out because Master Po conclude she have to pee or poop. I put coat on, boots, and hat, take dog out, and she just stare at Master Po while shivering in the snow and cold air. This time, she not understand why Master Po take her out in single digit temps for no reason.
Minutes later, I hear, "Ah Hmmmm.... Waa Waa," AGAIN, 4th time. This time, Master Po not fall for other source possibilities, and just remain quiet on couch. Then, suddenly hearing aids turn off totally and Master Po can hear absolutely nothing.
He finally deduct that brass-horn-sound was warning that hearing-aid batteries need recharged and were now dead. He not experience this ever before.
Thank Good Lord that Master Po have great senses in reasoning, has good intelligence and much savvy. And he not call 911 or bother Mrs. Po. And he didn't have to yell at dog again either.
