Georgie Bids the Hot Season Buh-Bye...

You’re probably wondering what I’ve been doing since that Swarm did an Intervention on me. You’re not alone (I’ve been hearing that question a lot). The Fact is, that after I was Interventionalised, I found out I was put on a Mandatory 87-Hour Hold by the Hive’s Cooperative Social Compliance Board, and sent to a Convent (jeah, I know...I’m not even Catholic). But that’s where I’ve been - but I’m finally out, and just in time for the Last Day of the Hot Season (is it just me, or was this Hot Season really a whole lot of Not Fun?), so if you’re expecting me to hang around very long here today reflecting on my Past, you’re gonna bee amazingly Disappointed.

But I will tell you that, while I was at the Convent, I had a chance to participate in a Spin Class (I got highly dizzy on that one), I took a class in Non-Offensive Holiday Cooking, and when I wasn’t hanging out with the Hummingbirds at their feeder, I slept. That was good.

After the Warden at the Convent finally decided that I had been Rehabeelitated enough to bee allowed to rejoin Polite Society, I went home to my ShoeBox, changed my shoes and socks, then went back to sleep.

Anyway, today is Monday (the best Day of the week), and it’s the Last Day of this Less-Than-Acceptable Hot Season also, as well. I don’t wanna waste it.

So I’m gonna go not do that.

Let’s all bee Highly Careful out there!

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An Intervention on Georgie

Okay, so I was Interventionalised by a bunch of other Bees. In fact, they’ve all just left.

That went on WAY too long.

The Intervention mostly involved other Bees I know, and a whole bunch I don’t (but seemed to know me). ButterCup was there, along with Fleur de Bee, Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew), Kevin’s Estranged Sister, Felonie Snark, Rudy Bee, Bigfoot, Great Grandma Gee Gee, and several others who seem to think they needed to vent on me. Seriously now, I had no idea.

First, ButterCup and Fleur came at me again about that whole My Forgetting ButterCup’s Birthday Fiasco. Kevin also chimed in on that one, of course (I guess he still hadn’t gotten that Happy Beelated Birthday Card I sent him - the Hive Postal Service is running a bit beehind these days for some reason).They just went on and on about how Incredibly Thoughtless I was to have overlooked the need for me to not to forget to remember their Special Days. Talk about holding a Grudge. But fine. I apologised. But seriously now, who hasn’t forgotten someone’s Birthday?

Then Rudy Bee launched into me trying to accuse me of not voting for him in the last Royal Election (he was running for Queen, as we all remember), but I told him that was probably not true beecause I don’t remember if I managed to vote last time (I think I did).

Well, that got BigFoot all upset, so he started lecturing me about my Civic Responsibilities (which I do take very Seriously, mostly), then started going off on me about my not returning a Book I borrowed from him three years ago (he said it was “The Bee’s Guide to Ethical Self-Interest”, though I don’t even remember reading that which is weird since BigFoot said, “I’ll bet you haven’t even read it yet”, but I’m absolutely positive beeyond any doubt whatsoever that I returned it - I think last week, though I’m not sure if I returned it to the same place). Whatever.

Apparently, Felonie Snark was there just to tell me that I was a lousy Employee, and that I shouldn’t hold out any hopes for my enjoying a Successful Career in the Corporate Sector. I found that encouraging, so I was glad she showed up.

With bee after bee after bee, this went on and on and on about This, That, and The Other Thing. I’m not even sure if they slept, though I’m pretty sure I went into some sort of a Delirious Dream State at one point, and I’m not sure if I’m even awake from that yet. My Antennae were actually, physically sore from all this. I’m sure you know exactly what I’m talking about here, mostly, especially if you’ve ever been the Victim of an Intervention.

Great Grandma Gee Gee seemed to sum the whole thing up when she said, “We’re not trying to Pick on you, Dear,” (could’ve fooled me), “we just want what’s best for you. My Stars, if I thought your hearing all of this weren’t good for you, well I just wouldn’t have allowed it. But you do just have to do better, Dear, and I think all of us here agree that you’re good enough, you’re smart enough, and by gosh, we like you, usually.”

“Fine,” I said. And that was that.

Then she pulled out a Huge Platter of her unusually Delicious and Allegedly Nutritious HoneyChew Krisp Cookies™, and told everybody to take ONE, and go home, which they did.

At this point, all I can say is that I need to eat this Cookie and take a nap. So I’m gonna go do that.

Let’s all bee highly careful out there.

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Georgie's Day is about to take an Unusual Turn...

Well, after my Mostly Unpleasant Exchange with my Illegitimate Nephew, Kevin, last week, and after he kicked me out of my own ShoeBox, I decided the best thing I could do was to seek out some Comfort and Understanding - and we all know who to go to to find that, don’t we? That’s right: Great Grandma Gee Gee. I knew she’d not only have a whole bunch of her Soothingly Delicious and Marginally Nutritious Royal HoneyChew Krisp Cookies™, but that she’d know just what to say about this Queasy Predicament. So earlier this Afternoon, I went there.


For quite awhile, Gee Gee and I just sat there, sipping some Nectar, eating Cookies, and buzzing about this and that, but after awhile, Gee Gee said, “Far bee it from me to pry, Georgie, but you seem a bit distressed, dear.”

“Yes, I am,” I told her.

“Goodness Knows that I’m not one to Gossip, but I know why you’re feeling this way. Kevin told me all about what Transpired. He also told me that, if you happened to show up here seeking Comfort and Understanding - and Cookies,” she said, “I was to keep you here until he returns. He’s coming back in just a little while with ButterCup, Fleur de Bee, and several other bees who are Concerned for your Well-Beeing.”

“Concerned for my Well-Beeing?” I asked her.

“Yes, dear, your Well-Beeing. It seems that you have a Problem remembering - and observing - Significant Events, and Kevin told me that, even though he thinks you’re the best Uncle in the world, and he loves you, he’s going to - in his words - ‘do something about it’,” Gee Gee said.

“Do something about it? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“Well, dear, as I said, Kevin and the others will bee arriving shortly, and we will all bee conducting an Intervention on you,” she said. Then she gave me a piece of paper that said:


“An Intervention?” I couldn’t beelieve this. “You’re going to do an Intervention on me?”

“Yes, dear, we are, and we’re doing it beecause we care very deeply about you, for the most part, and we want you to bee well. It’s for the best, you’ll see.”

Oh for crying out loud. I had every intention of buzzing over to Bees ‘R Us later this afternoon. I need to look for a new Pollen Dehydrator, some Wing Wax (I’m out), and a new pair of Socks, but am I going to bee able to do that now? No, I’m not. I hafta stay here, and wait to bee Interventioned, whatever that means. Seriously now.

So I guess I hafta do that.

Let’s all bee Highly Careful out there!

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