21 June 2017
867
R. Linda:
Besides the fact, that I think I run a hotel ( think about that) my own immediate family, me Mam living with us, and me cousin Sean making no move to find a place of his own OR A JOB! I now have Dragon up for what looks like the summer! I want to know what is so wonderful about the New Hampshire woods when one lives on the Jersey shore in a big house with an ocean breeze all the time?
It was midsummer and not even a fairy was in sight because the witch was here. I know I sound unkind but when you think about who landed on her broomstick it isn't without merit I say what I do. Just last night she mistook one kind of food for another! You know she can't see a bloody thing!
Tonya had rung me to let me know she was going to be late and since Mam had conveniently taken herself out of the house (so she didn't have to put up with the Dragon), it was left to me (since I was on my way home) to make a simple dinner for the kiddos.
"I think there are hot dogs in the fridge, but I'm not sure if there is enough. Call my mom and ask her and if you need to, just pick another pack up. There are plenty of rolls." Tonya said.
"Oh, you call her for me, please," I begged.
"Can't. I'm late, bye." She hung up on me.
For joy! It took me 20 minutes to get the nerve to call the wicked witch and ask her to check out the hot dog situation, WHICH she found repugnant.
"Yes Gabriel, there is a full package of hot dogs." She informed me like it was an imposition.
When I got home, I turned on the grill, went to change and then got everything I needed out, the last being the hot dogs. This is what I got:
What she saw was this:
I tell ya the woman is something. I had to put everything back, turn off the grill, go back out, and drive the long drive to the grocery store, all because of her poor eyesight! Gees the woman!
By the time I got back both Tonya and Mam were home. Mam had cooked up some kind of Irish casserole out of odds and ends she found in the fridge. I will say the meal was better than hot dogs but still, I had to drive 45 minutes to the market and 45 minutes back! I had little to say.
This morning the Dragon does her usual regaling me of the news for the day. Now remember first thing in the morning I am not with it. I can hardly function until I've had at least two cups of joe. So when I am sitting there listening to the Dragon News Anchor Woman I get a little disturbed.
Take for example these gems that were shouted at me as I tried to enjoy my coffee.
"Brussels station suspect had mail bombs. My goodness, he must have stolen mail and made bombs out of them?" She didn't stop there. "Saudi king outs nephew for son, oh my." She wasn't finished. "Republicans jitterbug about health care. Hum." Yeah, hum indeed. "Valedictorian's mic cut off after he bashes stool." WHAT? Okay stop I wanted to shout but no she went on. "Chelsea Clinton slaps Bannon for fat sharing." PLEASE STOP! "Oscar legend Daniel Day-Lewis retreating from acting. Ooh, I wonder what happened? Who's after him?" And finally, "Trump votes love the shave. Well, he does shave every day, doesn't he? So what's the deal with loving to shave?"
I wanted to throw up my hands and say yes, everything you just read makes perfect sense. But I didn't, I did what I usually do which is, "Here give me that newspaper." I read all the headlines to her as they should be read but she was too focused on a valedictorian beating up a stool. Asked me Mam what kind of stool he beat on, was it a milking stool, a step stool and why a stool? I tell ya! That I have an ounce of sanity is nothing more than a miracle. And me Mam, all she can do is sit there sipping her morning tea saying, "Oh dear, oh dear." Go ahead laugh, not funny when you are subject to this EVERY morning and I am not a morning person!
I was thinking I needed a vacation from family. I should do it, yes R. Linda, I could fly to Colorado and hunt snakes in your yard, OR I could fly to Scotland and pull up all the Weasil's prize rosebushes, OR I get a pair of hedge clippers and go give Dewdropper a haircut! OR maybe, just maybe I should join the pirate's life with Captain Jaack and drink meself into a stupor! Or, I could go find the guy with the good hair and watch him swing it out of his face all day. I dunno, there has to be something else besides concierge of Hotel O'Sully and personal waiter to a Dragon Lady, or matchmaker to a lazy cousin, ughhhhhhhh!
As me sainted little grey-haired apple-cheeked Mam says, "OH DEAR!"
Gabe
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867
R. Linda:
Besides the fact, that I think I run a hotel ( think about that) my own immediate family, me Mam living with us, and me cousin Sean making no move to find a place of his own OR A JOB! I now have Dragon up for what looks like the summer! I want to know what is so wonderful about the New Hampshire woods when one lives on the Jersey shore in a big house with an ocean breeze all the time?
It was midsummer and not even a fairy was in sight because the witch was here. I know I sound unkind but when you think about who landed on her broomstick it isn't without merit I say what I do. Just last night she mistook one kind of food for another! You know she can't see a bloody thing!
Tonya had rung me to let me know she was going to be late and since Mam had conveniently taken herself out of the house (so she didn't have to put up with the Dragon), it was left to me (since I was on my way home) to make a simple dinner for the kiddos.
"I think there are hot dogs in the fridge, but I'm not sure if there is enough. Call my mom and ask her and if you need to, just pick another pack up. There are plenty of rolls." Tonya said.
"Oh, you call her for me, please," I begged.
"Can't. I'm late, bye." She hung up on me.
For joy! It took me 20 minutes to get the nerve to call the wicked witch and ask her to check out the hot dog situation, WHICH she found repugnant.
"Yes Gabriel, there is a full package of hot dogs." She informed me like it was an imposition.
When I got home, I turned on the grill, went to change and then got everything I needed out, the last being the hot dogs. This is what I got:
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| "Yes Gabriel, there is a full package. . ." Right |
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| Yee-ah a full package of cherry tomatoes! |
I tell ya the woman is something. I had to put everything back, turn off the grill, go back out, and drive the long drive to the grocery store, all because of her poor eyesight! Gees the woman!
By the time I got back both Tonya and Mam were home. Mam had cooked up some kind of Irish casserole out of odds and ends she found in the fridge. I will say the meal was better than hot dogs but still, I had to drive 45 minutes to the market and 45 minutes back! I had little to say.
This morning the Dragon does her usual regaling me of the news for the day. Now remember first thing in the morning I am not with it. I can hardly function until I've had at least two cups of joe. So when I am sitting there listening to the Dragon News Anchor Woman I get a little disturbed.
Take for example these gems that were shouted at me as I tried to enjoy my coffee.
"Brussels station suspect had mail bombs. My goodness, he must have stolen mail and made bombs out of them?" She didn't stop there. "Saudi king outs nephew for son, oh my." She wasn't finished. "Republicans jitterbug about health care. Hum." Yeah, hum indeed. "Valedictorian's mic cut off after he bashes stool." WHAT? Okay stop I wanted to shout but no she went on. "Chelsea Clinton slaps Bannon for fat sharing." PLEASE STOP! "Oscar legend Daniel Day-Lewis retreating from acting. Ooh, I wonder what happened? Who's after him?" And finally, "Trump votes love the shave. Well, he does shave every day, doesn't he? So what's the deal with loving to shave?"
I wanted to throw up my hands and say yes, everything you just read makes perfect sense. But I didn't, I did what I usually do which is, "Here give me that newspaper." I read all the headlines to her as they should be read but she was too focused on a valedictorian beating up a stool. Asked me Mam what kind of stool he beat on, was it a milking stool, a step stool and why a stool? I tell ya! That I have an ounce of sanity is nothing more than a miracle. And me Mam, all she can do is sit there sipping her morning tea saying, "Oh dear, oh dear." Go ahead laugh, not funny when you are subject to this EVERY morning and I am not a morning person!
I was thinking I needed a vacation from family. I should do it, yes R. Linda, I could fly to Colorado and hunt snakes in your yard, OR I could fly to Scotland and pull up all the Weasil's prize rosebushes, OR I get a pair of hedge clippers and go give Dewdropper a haircut! OR maybe, just maybe I should join the pirate's life with Captain Jaack and drink meself into a stupor! Or, I could go find the guy with the good hair and watch him swing it out of his face all day. I dunno, there has to be something else besides concierge of Hotel O'Sully and personal waiter to a Dragon Lady, or matchmaker to a lazy cousin, ughhhhhhhh!
As me sainted little grey-haired apple-cheeked Mam says, "OH DEAR!"
Gabe
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