In no particular order …
When your neighbor calls and says her dog has a giant fish hook imbedded in his foot and can you help — don’t answer the phone.
Because it is difficult to predict what a caller might say so you blindly answer the phone — should you shortly thereafter find yourself in your neighbor’s house with a freaked out dog flailing about because there’s a giant fish hook attached to a lure with even more fish hooks in his foot, before you do anything else, tape over the exposed, flopping fish hooks. Otherwise, the dog -lure combination will also ensnare the couch, the carpet, and you.
Becca has awesome friends. Over a dozen of them spent the night here to attend a local concert, and if they are representative of the youth that will someday run our world, I’m OK with it. Especially because some of them know how to make cheese!
I’m twice their age, and have no idea how to make cheese.
My in-laws still treat me like a daughter … even though I’m no longer married to their son. While I didn’t expect anything different, having it affirmed is a grand thing.
Thanks to 3 of Becca’s very curious friends, I now know sort of what it feels like to be a queen bee. (That’s duct tape all over my suit because it has a tear.) Oren, Alex, and Dov (L to R below, and who are obviously very strong!) are also very brave. They helped me go through the 10 hives and assess bee progress.
I have two more hives where the queens are laying just drones. That sucks, because I’ll have to requeen again, and finding the old queen and smashing her on the new queen’s cage still is traumatic for me. (See previous post.)
My Dad had an awesome 80th birthday party,
My programmable lawn sprinkling system has 16 zones, all set to go off for varying lengths of time on different days — except for a couple of zones that, when activated, do nothing … that I can find. Why there is such a complex program (who needs something like that?), and what gets watered on zones 5 & 11 – is something known only to Tom, he took that knowledge to the grave with him.
That my “getting through grief” can be significantly set back when I wander into my bedroom and find my daughter Becca, who looks a lot like Tom, napping in the bed with the curtains drawn, as he did so often a year ago. All the feelings I thought were sorted through came rushing back, including that dread that some day he wouldn’t be lying there.
That nonetheless I’m getting on with it …
May 17, 2010 at 9:37 pm |
Your in-laws are very special people.
They treat their “Ding-A-Ling” friend the same way.
May 28, 2010 at 1:41 am |
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