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Mom and Dads update

A week ago I posted that we were heading down to mom and dads. Good times as usual. Here’s the run down, and the typical visit.

Sat. Morning woke up, hit the patio with pops, a pitcher of coffee, and half a pack of smokes to watch the sun rise over the lake, and swap stories. His are generally along the lines of how great his retirement is, some bushes he needs to get the landscaper to move so he can perfect his view from the patio (an endless quest), or the fresh tomato’s he got from the farmers market while he was killing time away from the house so mom could have her friends over for the weekly bridge tournament. I’m really not sure which my mom likes more, bridge, or getting my dad out of the house for a few hours each week. My dads been retired for 2 or 3 years now, I don’t think I’ve seen him since without him telling me “ya know, this retirement shit is really pretty cool, I can’t wait till you get to experience this. “me either”, I’ll tell him. My stories are usually centered around how busy I am with work, all the bills I have to pay, and what the kids are up to. He remembers it all too well, and quietly grins and listens. Sometimes he’ll give me a couple tips, but generally not. I think he gets a kick out of watching me grow up, and find my own way, there was a time in my youth when I think he doubted I ever would. We usually get a couple of hours to talk before the house starts to come alive, and join us on the patio.

I’m not sure if it’s all women or just the ones in my life, but they’re all about planning. All I know is what was just a casual conversation now turns to more of an agenda meeting along the lines of who’s going shopping, when, and what’s on sale. When are we eating lunch, what are we having, where’s the rest of the family, has any called them, etc.. Mom rolls breakfast out on a cart to the patio. She bought a new table cloth for the patio table, “I’m going to sew a hem in it, I just haven’t yet, sorry about that” she says. “uhm…..well, I guess I’ll eat on it anyway” I tell her. She has to get the food laid out just right on the cart before anyone can make a plate. Breakfast taco’s in whole wheat tortillas, bacon, sausage, biscuits, strawberries, grapes, and some kind of orange juice slushy she always makes with maraschino cherry’s.


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A weekend with mom and dad

My folks still live on the other side of town where I grew up.  You’d think they lived on the other side of the world as little as we make it down to visit.  Juggling 3 kids, work, and a life that sometimes gets in the way, makes jumping in the jeep and running down to see mom and dad a “get a round-tuit” kinda thing.  It doesn’t happen as often as it should.

I found a round-tuit, and I’m heading  to mom and dads.  Here’s a pic I took while floating in their pool last time I made it down there.  I suspect between home cooked meals, and moving t.v.’s around (my dad can’t ever figure out which rooms he wants which t.v.’s in so I’m always having to rearrange them when I visit), I’ll spend the majority of my time floating in their pool, and chasing bass around their private lake with a lure.


The little chairs are getting bigger

Anyone know where the summer went? To say that time continually speeds up with age is an understatement. Seems like it was yesterday I was giving the yearly spring break speech to the kids. “Look, I know you’re ready for the summer, and it’s almost here, but don’t slack off these last few weeks of school. Suck it up, buckle down, make me proud, then we’ll have all summer to goof off”. Then I blinked, now we’re in panic mode again shuffling around town trying to find the “right” backpacks, notebooks, etc..

This years different for two of counts children as they enter Junior High and all that it entails. Numerous teachers and classes, lockers, big schools, tardy bells, study halls, D-halls. I tell my kids it’s that time in their life when their teachers take off their gloves, stop being baby sitters, and best friends, and start pounding them into shape with unrelenting lesson plans, homework, and projects that will no longer consist of crayons, yarn, or Popsicle sticks. Recess, has gone away to live on that farm with your favorite dog you thought was coming back. Gone are the days of having your own desks filled with half eaten, week old twenkies, and “love notes” made of paper corners torn off, scribbled on, and passed around class. Time to learn how to fold them fancy, “ask your mom”.

This week two of our kids toured the school, to find their classes. I sat them down and told them to make sure to count the doors between their classes and not to just goof around checking things out, but to pay attention. I remember getting lost the first few days of Junior High. It’s such a waste of the limited number of tardy’s each kid is freely allowed. I stressed the importance of deep sixing a couple tardy’s for those important things like carrying a chicks books to class, and or breaking up with a chick, cause sometimes, at that age, it takes more than five minutes (in junior high, love is a battlefield).

The kids are excited. To be honest, Counts excited too. I’m excited for a different reason. For the past 6 years, every graduation I have been to (they have them yearly now in case you didn’t know), and every teachers meeting I’ve had to attend, I’m always stuck in some little person chair, trying to carry on a conversation with a grown adult teacher, that is sitting in the only adult chair the room has to offer. It’s awkwardly condescending. I look forward to sitting in regular sized chairs for all future meetings, and graduations.

Here’s a pic of me and SoHoS at one of our kids graduations sitting in little people chairs at a little person table. It was a room full of adults trying to just play it off like it wasn’t something awkward.