Let me take you through an average,
awesomely crazy day for us here at Grandma's house. It was February
and I believe, if my sensory perception is correct, it was at least
70 degrees out. But that's not all. Gary spent the day serving on a
jury, which necessitated me giving him a ride back and forth. There
was also the matter of getting Tia back and forth to work. Nope,
that's not all either.
On the way to buy home-school
workbooks, we brought “our” found cat to Pet Smart where they
discovered she had a microchip. So, after a bunch of phone calls,
etc. she's back with her new owners.
It was also spring poop-scoop day.
Which generally occurs when it's been hot enough and dry enough to
make it a more pleasant task, if you get my wind drift.
So, off I went to the backyard with
rake, shovel and contractor bags in hand to start that fun as heck
job. Meanwhile, I had mentioned to my oldest grand-daughter, Amber,
that it might be fun to build a tiny fort for the younger two, which
she started gathering scrap wood for.
The idea was that she and the littlest
grand-daughter, Aja would build the little house while I spent the
afternoon scooping poop. Fun times and a great plan, right? Turns
out, though, they needed more than my not-so-technical advice.
So, before you know it, I was hammering
away with them, having done only 1/3 of the yard. Surprise! Building
a tiny play house is way more fun than scooping poop. Who knew?
Now, due to the fact that our nail gun
was malfunctioning and we couldn't find the saw to cut the boards to
size and a few other issues, like the umbrella nearly taking Amber
off to sky-land, we had to settle for a really, really, tiny house
play house (with a tarp roof instead of the cool umbrella roof we
were going to make.)
In the process of all this, I heard my
phone ringing in my pocket. Turns out that I had butt dialed my
brother in NY. In fact, my sister-in-law called to inform me that my
butt had called so many times in a row (her estimate was 20) that she
took the phone off the hook, thinking it was a telemarketer. Yes,
they still have an old house phone. And they do have caller ID, but
for some reason my name didn't show up on it.
We had a great laugh over the whole
thing, then my brother got on the phone. Now, anyone who knows my
brother and I very well, knows what that means. We are the thinkers
of the family, for sure. Some might even go so far as to use those
two dirty words (conspiracy theorists) when referring to us. Really
what we are though is just two compassionate people who are good at
connecting the dots.
We don't think anyone is conspiring
against us, not really, anyway. We don't believe aliens are trying to
kidnap or poison us or anything all that crazy. We just basically
think the planet is fucked and humans are responsible. Well, that's
the short of it, anyway. If you want the long of it, you'll have to
listen in sometime. Because this blog is too short for that.
In fact, I'm about at the end of my
page. So, the rest of the day was filled with doing housework,
picking up Gary and Tia, buying girl scout cookies, making spaghetti
and watching re-runs of Stargate Atlantis, during which, Gary started
snoring loudly, then sat up and declared he was going to bed. Yup.
Just another day. And believe it or not, I left a lot of stuff out!
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