22 August 2017
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R. Linda:
Happy Birthday! Even though we celebrated it Sunday and again yesterday I should wish you a happy one on your official "name day." Ha ha, only Game of Thrones fans will get that, and I know you won't, OR maybe by now you do know what that means after telling me you haven't been watching the show and me putting you in front of the telly with every episode from season 1 to current. I know you complained on day 3 about fuzzy vision and nightmares about a blond kiddo with a crown that looked suspiciously like Weasil making Dreamland a horror show (like he does in waking life), but four more days and you should be caught up, and well, Weasil be gone!
Sunday's celebration went without a hitch, even if you didn't know who most of your guests were. I thought the spraying of the silly string was rather excessive, but you and me Mam, seemed to be having a good time, so I didn't stop either of you though I wanted to. I am still cleaning that stuff up! Every time I go outside, I seem to track it in. I also thought you were too old for a cake smash, but that wasn't my idea, and why you persisted in throwing pieces of smashed cake at Sean's head, I have no idea, and he never found out who it was that had done it. He'll have greasy hair for the next six months. That was a lot of icing to try to wash out. I also thought the sparklers you joked about in place of candles were dangerous, especially when Mam decorated that half-sheet cake with over a hundred sparklers. I thought I'd burn me face off trying to carry that thing to your high chair. Speaking of high chairs, I be so glad we kept that since our kiddos have graduated to chairs. You looked very comfy in it. Oh, and I especially didn't appreciate the slip and slide when every time it was my turn, you'd come flying out of nowhere and knock me off me feet to slide down that hill in all that soapy stuff. My arms and legs were in the air (what a sight I must have been) when I came to a smashing halt with a BOOM as I knocked into that giant rock at the end of it. Whose idea it was to use a boulder as a stop? I have notta clue though I am suspicious. Not cool, and unlike you and everyone else I found nothing funny about that.
Yesterday's celebration of day 2 of the birthday bash combined with a solar eclipse, now that was tame compared to Sunday's fiasco of good times, uh huh. Thank you for talking Weasil into taking Sean out west to see the eclipse, leaving us free of at least two morons. The craziness of the two of them driving out in Sean's big camper to the airport was mind-boggling. Still is. I can imagine it parked at the out lot at Boston Manchester. Why they didn't take a cab or drive Weasil's Mustang, I dunno. However, I was not happy with the Weasil and Sean for the way they razzed us that they had a better view from Nebraska. I worked hard (as you know to get shots of the "partial" eclipse we had, just to have my pride wiped away by Weasil's shot with that Nikon D-SLR attachment to his Orion telescope of the "total" eclipse! What a showoff.
You all made fun of me going outside, sitting in that lawn chair with my back to the sun, and taking selfie shots with my Smartphone. But it paid off.
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Me Smart Phone captured the image of the eclipse on its lens. The tiny white speck at the top is the image captured
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Progression of eclipse
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Ending of eclipse
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This was all fine and good, and I was pretty happy that my patience paid off and I could prove you all wrong that it was possible to take eclipse pictures (even if they were partial) with a SmartPhone without burning your eyeballs out. I was very self-satisfied and smug UNTIL Weasil and Sean sent these that they took from some cornfield in Nebraska!
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Sean using telescope
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Weasil's Nikon & Telescope photo - the pratt!
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I at least licked my wounds (and the plate) of the Banoffee Pie my Mam made for your second birthday celebration. I ate the rest, so there is none left, in case you are looking for it. I have, though, been thoughtful enough to take a picture of the last slice before I ate it on you so you can see what you missed out on because you were not quick enough.
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| Comfort food for Gabe, um, um, good! |
Having recovered from the antics of a weekend not well spent, covered in black and blues from a slip and slide, multiple burns to me face, fingers and hands from sparklers, and damaged pride from two idiots, who I hope stay in Nebraska for another week, I have decided to splurge on an iron gate for me driveway to keep the two Nebraska sight-seers off me property. I don't see how that huge camper cannot damage its front end when it hits that iron. Because, as you know, the two morons will come back in the middle of the night, and the iron gate is black, and there are no street lights, so they won't see it. Yes, I get comfort in that imagery. Yes, I do.
Gabe
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