I’m writing to you today from under the bed of my refugee camp in the GramFODs’ spare bedroom. I’ve managed to get my paws on an old Commodore 64 that I found in their closet. How did I get it connected to the internet, you ask? They were progressive for their time. It has a dial up modem. I’ve hacked my way into an old BBS system and am running my blog through DOS. I’ve been here so long, I had time to learn DOS from the programming books I found on the shelves here.
As you may know, my home was flooded. I’ve been evacuated to safety, along with my brother and sisters. Rocky is still with MomFOD sleeping on the couch. Last time I saw my home, there were fans and driers everywhere. I can only hope that when I return, it will be to a far more arid place, one without water seeping through the cracks of the floor. I’m not really a fan of water.
I will continue to do what I can from where I am. I count the days until I can return home to my bed, to my garden, to my Wi-Fi. Until then, I will occupy my time with the objects I find around me. This morning, I found a rubberband. It has been my solace. From where I sit now, I can see an encyclopedia labeled F-G from 1964. Hopefully, in my next report, I’ll be able to tell you more about frogs, Farsi, and perhaps a bit about geraniums.