The eldest grandson is currently entranced with rude words. Vile utterances such as pee pee and poo poo are used at every opportunity. His Dad asked him whether he wanted to eat and Daniel, who was deep in painting a masterpiece at the dining room table replied in a most off hand fashion,
"Bum bum,"
and went right on painting.
This one is for you Daniel.
Why did the lobster blush? Because the sea weed!
Love, Nana
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
What Goes Up Etc.
I have been busy the last two weeks apart from short forays for sustenance taking care of The Better Half who had the misfortune to fall off our roof. We have roofs of varying heights and this was one of the lower ones; a mere seven feet. If you are going to hit the deck and he did, better it be a low roof.
The recovery time has been slow. Vertical or perpendicular are the positions of choice. Sitting brings on agony. We are very grateful nothing was broken, merely bruised. Pride included. However we have found that when you are truly in need help comes.
First there was "Old Tom" who went shinnying up our ladders and got the gutters cleaned out. He has a job for life as far as we are concerned! Then there was the kind offer of help from an offspring and a near offspring to come and help shove furniture around to conform to feng shui requirements. Then there was another offspring who came up for two days after the mishap to fetch and carry up and down the stairs, bringing tea and toast to the invalid and sparing my gammy hip. Also the phone calls asking for updates and wishing well. Thank you one and all.
The invalid is no longer bed bound but was able to work four half days last week and is going to try for full days this week. His chiropractor has him all bound up with black herby smelling tape which combined with her pretzel twisting of his limbs has him complaining loudly but feeling better. This week we are trying for nightly swims in a warm salt water pool. Hopefully the walking stick will soon be a thing of the past. I think it carries his and hers just a bit too far.
The recovery time has been slow. Vertical or perpendicular are the positions of choice. Sitting brings on agony. We are very grateful nothing was broken, merely bruised. Pride included. However we have found that when you are truly in need help comes.
First there was "Old Tom" who went shinnying up our ladders and got the gutters cleaned out. He has a job for life as far as we are concerned! Then there was the kind offer of help from an offspring and a near offspring to come and help shove furniture around to conform to feng shui requirements. Then there was another offspring who came up for two days after the mishap to fetch and carry up and down the stairs, bringing tea and toast to the invalid and sparing my gammy hip. Also the phone calls asking for updates and wishing well. Thank you one and all.
The invalid is no longer bed bound but was able to work four half days last week and is going to try for full days this week. His chiropractor has him all bound up with black herby smelling tape which combined with her pretzel twisting of his limbs has him complaining loudly but feeling better. This week we are trying for nightly swims in a warm salt water pool. Hopefully the walking stick will soon be a thing of the past. I think it carries his and hers just a bit too far.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
34 and Counting
When I was a young thing, many moons ago, we went on a trip to Cape Cod. It was July and the Americans were all a twitter about the up coming presidential elections. The front runner was a senator called John Kennedy and his opponent was Richard Nixon. Tricky Dicky he was called. Nobody had a name for Kennedy as nobody knew who he was. Well off we trundled deep into the Boston States, our trailer hitched behind us. We had had a fabulous ride down the brand new 401, Anne and I in said trailer, watching in thrilled horror as all the cuboard doors flew open and dishes and food came crashing down. We expected death at any moment and waved frantically to the back of our parents heads in the car ahead. Finally we were seen and Dad pulled over. We wondered off to pick daisies while the parental units had fits over the mess. While the little trailer stood by the side of the road an OPP policeman pulled up and checked the thing over. When he found out Anne and I had been rattling about in it while it was being towed, he had a fit. That was the end of that for the rest of the trip.
It was books and crayons until the next pit stop. We ended up in Boston on a stinking hot July day, then slowly made our way to a campsite on the seashore. It was near a Howard Johnson's Hotel and that became my introduction to fried clams, lobster rolls and Ho Jo's 34 flavours of ice cream. Pops was nothing if not competitive so right then the push was on to have a go at each flavour, no favourites allowed. We ate stuff that looked vile and tasted worse but we were undeterred. I don't think we missed a HoJo on the Eastern Seaboard from Boston up to Maine to New Hampshire then through Vermont. We tried them all. I loved the fried clams and adored the lobster rolls but there was always that ice cream cone lurking. I don't know if I tried them all. I can't remember and the others of our little band are in no positon to remember either. I do remember ploughing through something called Rocky Road and encountering peanuts. I haven't touched it since.
And Kennedy won we were happy to see, as he was so much cuter than old Tricky Dicky who seemed to sweat a lot. This is important when you are thirteen. That's all, a bit of history with a personal touch.
It was books and crayons until the next pit stop. We ended up in Boston on a stinking hot July day, then slowly made our way to a campsite on the seashore. It was near a Howard Johnson's Hotel and that became my introduction to fried clams, lobster rolls and Ho Jo's 34 flavours of ice cream. Pops was nothing if not competitive so right then the push was on to have a go at each flavour, no favourites allowed. We ate stuff that looked vile and tasted worse but we were undeterred. I don't think we missed a HoJo on the Eastern Seaboard from Boston up to Maine to New Hampshire then through Vermont. We tried them all. I loved the fried clams and adored the lobster rolls but there was always that ice cream cone lurking. I don't know if I tried them all. I can't remember and the others of our little band are in no positon to remember either. I do remember ploughing through something called Rocky Road and encountering peanuts. I haven't touched it since.
And Kennedy won we were happy to see, as he was so much cuter than old Tricky Dicky who seemed to sweat a lot. This is important when you are thirteen. That's all, a bit of history with a personal touch.
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