And to think I was invited
My parents have just left for a cookout at one of dad's friends' homes. Unlike most of dad's friends, this person lives in the suburbs relatively close to us. He said I was welcome to come, but spending the day with a bunch of middle-aged guys is not my cup of tea. Add to it that another of his friends buried his father today, and that the mourners were invited to the cookout, well, no thank you.
Kirby is currently in the pokey. He keeps chirping every so often as if to say, hey, I'm still locked up! Honey, I put you in there not fifteen minutes ago. I know. Your time is not up.
My grandfather called. He lives in a building that is owned by his girlfriend's son; the son and his then-fiancee lived upstairs. Their wedding was today. He has been referencing "the wedding" in the past couple of days, but he never said who it was for. I just figured that he thought he'd already told me. Regardless, I don't really care. He also said that he received his birthday card from me, which is quite remarkable as it just went in the mailbox yesterday. Never underestimate the power of the post office.
While talking to my grandfather, mom got another phone call, so she quickly got off the phone with him. We did make plans to see him for lunch on Tuesday. When mom got the other call, the voice on the other end said, "Who's this?" Um, you called here. Who did you mean to call? Well, it turns out it was my aunt Teresa, and she meant to call my aunt Delores (Kevin's mom), so mom and Teresa talked for a while. We should be seeing her next week at the shower. I'm sure to get all the good family gossip then.
What else...
The bunny was on our front porch a few minutes ago. He's gotten bigger, as one might expect, but he's still on the small side. He was just sitting there, trying to nibble at one of the bushes and eyeing me through the window. After a couple of minutes he hopped down into the landscaping. He did stay close enough that my parents were able to come over and see him, as well as open the door and say, "Hi, baby!" (mom).
Then mom got the idea to water her rose bush. Doing more than one thing at a time is not my mother's forte, so when I finished closing the front door after the "Hi, baby!" incident, I turned to discover my mother at the kitchen sink, my father in the bathroom, and the sliding door wide open. What the? Yes, it is too difficult for my mother to open the door when she gets there, so she has to open the door first, then get the water, and then go outside. Mom. We are not air conditioning the whole neighborhood. Also, remember that I finally killed that big ol' nasty fly that had been buzzing around for three days. Why should we let more in? But that would be common sense, remember, and my mother used her last cup of it ten years ago and never went to the neighbors to borrow more. I got to be the one to actually water the plant, since I had wandered over to the door in the hopes of closing it and was standing right there. Two small green leaves are poking up through the dirt. Sadly, they're not related to the bush. But it's *something* at least.
I also noticed that some critter had an egg for dinner recently. A small white eggshell is in the rocks beside our deck.
Since mom isn't that great at watering the plant, we joked that we should put it next to our fence so our neighbors would inadvertently water it. When they removed the old stumps last week, they had sod put in, and they've been watering it non-stop. Since the stumps were at the edge of their property, they're watering the edge of their property, and a good portion of the water is watering *our* property. Most of our lawn is brown with green specks ("It looks like hay," said mom), but in the back corner it's this lush green. It took us a few moments to realize what had happened once we all noticed it. Frankly, I think they're oversaturating the lawn, as yesterday I saw large puddles under the fence. I just checked and there's puddles again. Guys--I know you're probably supposed to keep the sod wet, but drowning it won't solve anything. But I've never thought of them as rocket scientists, so this shouldn't surprise me. Maybe one of them will trip over the sprinkler and drown in one of the puddles...hmm...
Kirby is currently in the pokey. He keeps chirping every so often as if to say, hey, I'm still locked up! Honey, I put you in there not fifteen minutes ago. I know. Your time is not up.
My grandfather called. He lives in a building that is owned by his girlfriend's son; the son and his then-fiancee lived upstairs. Their wedding was today. He has been referencing "the wedding" in the past couple of days, but he never said who it was for. I just figured that he thought he'd already told me. Regardless, I don't really care. He also said that he received his birthday card from me, which is quite remarkable as it just went in the mailbox yesterday. Never underestimate the power of the post office.
While talking to my grandfather, mom got another phone call, so she quickly got off the phone with him. We did make plans to see him for lunch on Tuesday. When mom got the other call, the voice on the other end said, "Who's this?" Um, you called here. Who did you mean to call? Well, it turns out it was my aunt Teresa, and she meant to call my aunt Delores (Kevin's mom), so mom and Teresa talked for a while. We should be seeing her next week at the shower. I'm sure to get all the good family gossip then.
What else...
The bunny was on our front porch a few minutes ago. He's gotten bigger, as one might expect, but he's still on the small side. He was just sitting there, trying to nibble at one of the bushes and eyeing me through the window. After a couple of minutes he hopped down into the landscaping. He did stay close enough that my parents were able to come over and see him, as well as open the door and say, "Hi, baby!" (mom).
Then mom got the idea to water her rose bush. Doing more than one thing at a time is not my mother's forte, so when I finished closing the front door after the "Hi, baby!" incident, I turned to discover my mother at the kitchen sink, my father in the bathroom, and the sliding door wide open. What the? Yes, it is too difficult for my mother to open the door when she gets there, so she has to open the door first, then get the water, and then go outside. Mom. We are not air conditioning the whole neighborhood. Also, remember that I finally killed that big ol' nasty fly that had been buzzing around for three days. Why should we let more in? But that would be common sense, remember, and my mother used her last cup of it ten years ago and never went to the neighbors to borrow more. I got to be the one to actually water the plant, since I had wandered over to the door in the hopes of closing it and was standing right there. Two small green leaves are poking up through the dirt. Sadly, they're not related to the bush. But it's *something* at least.
I also noticed that some critter had an egg for dinner recently. A small white eggshell is in the rocks beside our deck.
Since mom isn't that great at watering the plant, we joked that we should put it next to our fence so our neighbors would inadvertently water it. When they removed the old stumps last week, they had sod put in, and they've been watering it non-stop. Since the stumps were at the edge of their property, they're watering the edge of their property, and a good portion of the water is watering *our* property. Most of our lawn is brown with green specks ("It looks like hay," said mom), but in the back corner it's this lush green. It took us a few moments to realize what had happened once we all noticed it. Frankly, I think they're oversaturating the lawn, as yesterday I saw large puddles under the fence. I just checked and there's puddles again. Guys--I know you're probably supposed to keep the sod wet, but drowning it won't solve anything. But I've never thought of them as rocket scientists, so this shouldn't surprise me. Maybe one of them will trip over the sprinkler and drown in one of the puddles...hmm...