Did I mention that it turns out that Kevin highly minded that I tried to overhear what he was talking about to Great Grandma Gee Gee? He minded. A lot.

The fact is, I TRIED to listen in, but I couldn’t understand anything he was saying. If you ask me, Kevin was either mumbling, or, more likely, he was probably speaking French. I did not know that either he or Great Grandma Gee Gee spoke French … I learn something new Every Single Day.

I hafta say that I guess I didn’t know until now that my Illegitimate Nephew has an amazingly, huge bigly temper. Considering the fact that I couldn’t understand anything he was saying, he really didn’t have anything to bee mad about, ya’ know? But it turns out, he was.

I guess he must’ve spotted me kinda bending around the corner like that, beecause he was buzzing along to Gee Gee, then suddenly stopped, looked right at me, and yelled, “MAY I HELP YOU?”

Oh geeeeeeeeze. I guess I over-stepped a boundary or something. About all I could think of saying was, “Uhh, uh, I uhhh….” which, in Bee, translates into, “Uhh, uh, I uhhh.”

So that was highly embarrassing.

Then Great Grandma Gee Gee looked at me and said, “You know, dear, it’s not polite to eavesdrop.”

It figures she’d have an actual name for what I was doing, ya’ know? Then she asked me, “If I give you Cookie, will you relocate into the other room - where I am sure you’d bee more comfortable, dear - and watch your stories while Kevin and I enjoy a private visit?”

She was so reasonable about the whole thing, how could I say no? I couldn’t.

So she gave me a Cookie, and I went off to watch my stories.

Fortunately, there was a Re-Run of “As the Hive Turns”…it was that episode where Lance has disappeared and everybody thinks he’s run away to join a migrant Pollenating Crew, just to get away from Isadora’s nagging. I’m sure that if you’re following the story, you know what I’m talking about here with Isadora and her nagging. (I don’t know how anybody puts up with her.)

Anyway.

I’m gonna go enjoy another weekend of watching Sunsets with ButterCup. She’s been telling me I’ve been working too hard, and until I snap out of it and start relaxing more, we’ll bee watching Sunsets together.

Fine.

I hope everybody has an adorably gratifying weekend!

I’ll see ya’ on Monday!

For a minute there, I forgot what this whole thing was about. (That’s very unusual, since I usually have pretty close to a Perfect Memory, mostly. But then, you already knew that about me.)

Where was I? Oh yeah…

Then he went into the kitchen, where he sat and ate a bunch of Royal HoneyChew Krisp Cookies and talked to Gee Gee.

I didn’t realise it until I turned around, but Gladys was in the room the whole time Kevin and I were talking. Of course, she heard everything. She just kinda smiled at me, shrugged her wings, then gave me a huge hug.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “Everything will bee okay. Probably."

I’ll hafta say, that was nice.

So, as you can see, things around here are going along great, and I am completely confident that everything will continue to bee fine, as long as we don’t run into problems, which is highly unlikely.

I’m gonna fix myself a Nectar Fizz now, and see if I can maybee hear what’s going on in the kitchen.

I’m sure Kevin won’t mind.

I hope everybody has a praise-worthy day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

I asked him what he was doing, and he said, “Charlie told me that if I’m going to make any meaningful progress toward a brighter and more well-adjusted future, I must first make a thorough Inventory of my Past. So that’s what I’m doing. It’s just taking longer than I thought. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Oh, no, not at all,” I told him (and I don’t), “in fact, after seeing you do what you’re doing, I was thinking it is probably time to clean out my closet.”

“Not funny, uncle,” he said, then he went back to his sack.

Geeeeeze. I wasn’t trying to bee funny. I really meant it when I said I should clean out my closet on these days.

Anyway, I told Kevin that I’d take him to his next Session, then take him to lunch. We’re both looking forward to that, probably.

So, I gotta go find something to take with me to read while I’m waiting for his Session to end. I’m pretty sure I have an appropriately entertaining Magazine or Periodical I haven’t read yet somewhere around here…probably in my closet.

I hope everybody has an unquestionably remarkable day!

I’ll see ya’ later!

Geeeeeeze.

Then he told me not to worry, beecause in a few weeks (according to Charlie), there is going to bee a Friends and Family Therapeutic Encounter Session, and that Great Grandma Gee, Bert, Gladys, and I are all supposed to join in their conversation, and bee a part of his ongoing Comprehensive Nurturing Programme that Charlie put together for him, which he also wouldn’t tell me what that was.

I’d say I’m looking forward to that Family and Friends Session, but I’m not sure I am. I know it makes me feel highly nervous, which I don’t like at all, but I suppose if it’s gonna help Kevin, I will most certainly and definitely go to that, probably.

So, right now, he’s sitting around in his room, rummaging through his Sack. (You remember that Sack of his, right? I thought so). He’s left strict instructions not to bee disturbed. (I could say something about that, but I won’t.)

Well, it definitely feels like the Cool Season outside, so I think I’m gonna go enjoy that.

I hope everybody has a spectacularly vivid day!

I’ll see ya’ later.

When it was Kevin’s turn, we walked into his Office, and Kevin said, “So, what’s this all about? Why am I here?”

“You’re here to get help with your Larvahood Issues, so you can stop hiding in the closet from Gladys,” I told him. “This is your new Therapy Bee, Charlie. You two are gonna bee spending some Quality Time together.”

“That’s right, Kevin - may I call you Kevin?” Charlie asked.

“I’ll have to think about that for a moment,” Kevin said, “but until I guess it’s okay to call me Kevin, for now.”

“Sarcasm. I can already see where we need to beegin,” Charlie said, “so Kevin, if your Uncle…”, Charlie began saying, until Kevin interrupted him.

“My Illegitimate Uncle,” Kevin said.

“Anyway,” Charlie was beeginning to look annoyed. “If your ILLEGITIMATE Uncle would excuse us, I think there’s no time like the present for us to start getting better acquainted.” Then Charlie just stopped talking and kinda stared at me as he pointed his wing toward his Office door.

I took that as a hint and left. I went back to the Waiting Room and started reading that 2-year-old copy of Bee Monthly Magazine, and an fairly interesting article about How To Create Adhesives with Honey Extract, while I waited. And waited. And waited.

When Kevin finally emerged… Hold on…sorry, somebody’s at the door. I gotta go see who it is.

I’ll finish this tomorrow.

I hope everybody has a uniquely sensational day!

I’ll see ya’ later!