While folding some laundry from the stackable unit in the bathroom, I glanced out the bathroom window out towards the patio and porch. What to my wandering eyes did I see? My rocking chair in the porch was going full bore. I had to really watch to see what was driving the motion. It wasn’t what . . . it was who. Fuzzy and Harriet were wrestling on the cushion. It was a toss up as to which one of the two would be close to being pushed off before there would be a lunge to get back on top. Oh, for the simplistic life here on Stauffer Avenue.