Comfort Delivered, Drama Recorded. Granny Frass…

Last Sunday’s episode of Bully and the Cameras featured him swiveling his high-tech toys towards my front door, while insisting it’s all “for security.”
Sure, and I’m the Queen of Sheba.

Enter Granny Frass, never one to hold back:

“Surveillance, my foot! That man isn’t securing anything except his own nosy curiosity. He’s like a curtain-twitcher who won the lotto and blew it all on gadgets. A man who watches you coming and going more than the postman does, well, he’s not keeping watch, he’s keeping tabs. And don’t think Heaven doesn’t notice, either. Every soul has their own camera recording their deeds, and his reel won’t make for pleasant viewing!”

Then the sofa arrived. A grand moment. Solid, dependable, and without an ounce of fuss, it made its entrance. Granny Frass cackled:

“Look at that now, the sofa arrives, does what it’s meant to do, and brings comfort. More backbone in that piece of furniture than in Bully himself. If he wants entertainment, he should buy a telly, not terrorize his own kin with spy cameras. That sofa gives rest; he only gives unrest. You can sit on that sofa and feel better. Sit near Bully, and you’d need a stiff drink.”

She wasn’t finished. Granny Frass loved a good sofa sermon:

“You see, Mae, furniture tells you something about life. A chair holds you steady, a table feeds the family, and a sofa gathers the weary together. That’s their purpose. They give. But Bully, he takes. He hoards comfort for himself and doles out suspicion to everyone else. Even the dog has more sense than that, dogs watch the door to protect, not to pry.”

She leaned in, her eyes glittering like coals in the hearth.

“There’s wisdom in the simplest things, Mae. A chair, a sofa, a good fire, they’re made to hold you up, to give warmth, to steady your bones. People are meant to do the same. But when a man turns himself into a watchdog instead of a brother, well, he’s no kin at all. He’s just another noisy gadget with legs. The sad part is, the more he stares through that camera, the less he sees of himself.”

And with a final wag of her finger, she left me this gem:

“One brings peace to the house, the other only brings misery. Remember which one deserves the good seat by the fire! And mind you, Mae, always sit close to what comforts you, and never give your power away to what spies on you. The sofa will outlast Bully’s batteries, and kindness will outlast his schemes. Mark my words.”

– Granny Frass 🔥