09 January 2019
940
R. Linda:
In looking back at the year 2018 there were some moments I will say. I didn't write them all out for you, but some highlights stuck in my memory. Like the incredulous and then more uncertain look me eldest gave his grandmother at this remark:
Me Mam was sitting at the table when O'Hare came down to get his breakfast. She said to him, "Tomorrow be me big day! I be turning 100."
He laughed and then thought about it and said, "No . . . really?"
"Ok, I lied, 101."
I spit me coffee out not expecting her to quip such a thing, but then that's me Mam's sense of humour.
Then there was Weasil, who told me he was in Salem with "relatives" this past Halloween, and the most exciting part of the whole affair wasn't seeing relatives but the "farting contest on the mall."
He sent me this photo of the winner.
Speaking of excitement, then there was the squirrel in the Christmas tree that I did not mention to you at the time because you were going through your own personal excitement, and well, I assumed you saw the Griswold Christmas, so you didn't need me to add mine. But it was an exciting time for us. We had brought the tree inside and let it stand so the branches would fan out. Suddenly, the dog started barking at the tree. For the life of me I didn't know what she was barking at until me sharp-eyed Mam said she thought she saw the tree shake all on its own.
"A haunted tree!" O'Hare exclaimed.
We stood in the kitchen looking into the living room, and sure enough, a few minutes later, the tree seemed to shake, which set the dog into gales of barking up a storm. I went in and stood next to the dog, my ears hurting from the loud barking. The tree really started shaking, and then it stopped but staring at me from the side of his eye was a grey squirrel!
I had to remove the dog who, once outside, was jumping up and down in the window, trying to see the squirrel barking the entire time, which was no help. I went for a broom (I have no idea why), and as soon as I started walking back towards the tree, the squirrel leapt onto the curtained window next to the tree. I swatted the curtains, and it leapt over my head, which had me for a moment screaming like a girl because I thought it was coming for my face. Instead, it ran toward the kitchen where everyone else was standing sending them scattering. Tonya had the presence of mind to open the back door as an escape route, but the dog came bounding back in, and the squirrel made a U-turn down the hallway, the dog on its tail. It ran up the grandfather clock and chattered at the dog from its safe perch. I got the dog, dragged her back and shut her in the laundry. Picking up the broom again, O'Hare ran passed me, opened the front door and ran out. The squirrel saw the opportunity and flew through the air from clock top to door top, hitching itself onto the swinging door, where it finally dropped off and ran away.
I was out of breath for days. I will say it took a while before we decorated the tree. We left it up for three days to be sure there were no more critters. I tell ya, there is never a dull moment in me house!
At the advent of the new Star Wars movie last year, Weasil gave me an argy that he wanted to take me out for a "boys' night out" at the movies. I was not expecting to go anywhere with the Weasil because every time I do, it is not what I expect. It seems his friend Robbie wouldn't go (and now I know why) to the new Star Wars movie with him, and he decided I was sloppy seconds. Tonya pushed me out of the house with the Weasil. She told me I'd have a great time as I hadn't done anything for myself, so I should go and enjoy the movie and the popcorn! Besides, she said, "Look at this, it's an omen."
She was no help. She knew I didn't want to go. Well, I must admit it was a tamer night out with the Weasil than usual, as he's a huge Star Wars fan (he impersonates JarJar Binks every opportunity he gets). The only thing was the embarrassing footwear he insisted upon wearing out in public. Yup, take a look. He wears these each time he goes and what's more annoying than the footwear is he talks like Yoda all night!
Not to be outdone, the laddie sent me a photo of his "wondrous" find in a greengrocers that he picked up and sent to me. Not the photo, what's in the photo. 23 boxes of the stuff. We are still eating mac and cheese!
Not to be outdone by our own boyo, the youngest was to wear his PJs to school for a Christmas movie in which the kids come in their PJs with pillow and blanket, as if it were a sleepover to view a Christmas movie. In this case, Frosty the Snowman. Tonya was running late that morning and asked the wee one to dress himself after telling him what to wear.
"Your clean PJs are on the dresser." She said, hurrying around.
"Do I need underwear?" He yelled.
"Yes, of course." She yelled back, getting snacks made.
And here is the end result of the youngest dressing for the occasion:
940
R. Linda:
In looking back at the year 2018 there were some moments I will say. I didn't write them all out for you, but some highlights stuck in my memory. Like the incredulous and then more uncertain look me eldest gave his grandmother at this remark:
Me Mam was sitting at the table when O'Hare came down to get his breakfast. She said to him, "Tomorrow be me big day! I be turning 100."
He laughed and then thought about it and said, "No . . . really?"
"Ok, I lied, 101."
I spit me coffee out not expecting her to quip such a thing, but then that's me Mam's sense of humour.
Then there was Weasil, who told me he was in Salem with "relatives" this past Halloween, and the most exciting part of the whole affair wasn't seeing relatives but the "farting contest on the mall."
He sent me this photo of the winner.
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| Only Weas would get excited about a fart contest |
Speaking of excitement, then there was the squirrel in the Christmas tree that I did not mention to you at the time because you were going through your own personal excitement, and well, I assumed you saw the Griswold Christmas, so you didn't need me to add mine. But it was an exciting time for us. We had brought the tree inside and let it stand so the branches would fan out. Suddenly, the dog started barking at the tree. For the life of me I didn't know what she was barking at until me sharp-eyed Mam said she thought she saw the tree shake all on its own.
"A haunted tree!" O'Hare exclaimed.
We stood in the kitchen looking into the living room, and sure enough, a few minutes later, the tree seemed to shake, which set the dog into gales of barking up a storm. I went in and stood next to the dog, my ears hurting from the loud barking. The tree really started shaking, and then it stopped but staring at me from the side of his eye was a grey squirrel!
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| He saw me, and I saw him |
I had to remove the dog who, once outside, was jumping up and down in the window, trying to see the squirrel barking the entire time, which was no help. I went for a broom (I have no idea why), and as soon as I started walking back towards the tree, the squirrel leapt onto the curtained window next to the tree. I swatted the curtains, and it leapt over my head, which had me for a moment screaming like a girl because I thought it was coming for my face. Instead, it ran toward the kitchen where everyone else was standing sending them scattering. Tonya had the presence of mind to open the back door as an escape route, but the dog came bounding back in, and the squirrel made a U-turn down the hallway, the dog on its tail. It ran up the grandfather clock and chattered at the dog from its safe perch. I got the dog, dragged her back and shut her in the laundry. Picking up the broom again, O'Hare ran passed me, opened the front door and ran out. The squirrel saw the opportunity and flew through the air from clock top to door top, hitching itself onto the swinging door, where it finally dropped off and ran away.
I was out of breath for days. I will say it took a while before we decorated the tree. We left it up for three days to be sure there were no more critters. I tell ya, there is never a dull moment in me house!
At the advent of the new Star Wars movie last year, Weasil gave me an argy that he wanted to take me out for a "boys' night out" at the movies. I was not expecting to go anywhere with the Weasil because every time I do, it is not what I expect. It seems his friend Robbie wouldn't go (and now I know why) to the new Star Wars movie with him, and he decided I was sloppy seconds. Tonya pushed me out of the house with the Weasil. She told me I'd have a great time as I hadn't done anything for myself, so I should go and enjoy the movie and the popcorn! Besides, she said, "Look at this, it's an omen."
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| I had brewed coffee, and when she went to throw out the grounds, she saw the star in the middle and well . . . that was reason enough for me to go. |
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| Weasil's special Star Wars footwear - you can't take him anywhere |
Not to be outdone, the laddie sent me a photo of his "wondrous" find in a greengrocers that he picked up and sent to me. Not the photo, what's in the photo. 23 boxes of the stuff. We are still eating mac and cheese!
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| Oh boy |
"Your clean PJs are on the dresser." She said, hurrying around.
"Do I need underwear?" He yelled.
"Yes, of course." She yelled back, getting snacks made.
And here is the end result of the youngest dressing for the occasion:
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| At least he didn't forget the underwear |
Finally, we end the way we began with the Weasil. I went down to Rockport, Mass., to see our very own Captain Jaack make an appearance at the docks. While we were waiting for the show to begin, Weasil asked me if I had left my horse at home.
"What?" I was gobsmacked. This came out of nowhere.
"Yer skatey board?"
"What are you talking about I don't own a horse or a skateboard."
"Gabby, are ya gettin' enough at home?"
"WHAT?!"
He pointed above us to this:
Gabe
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"What?" I was gobsmacked. This came out of nowhere.
"Yer skatey board?"
"What are you talking about I don't own a horse or a skateboard."
"Gabby, are ya gettin' enough at home?"
"WHAT?!"
He pointed above us to this:
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| Only Weasil |
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