This week has been an odd one in a lot of respects, though not necessarily a bad one. We had our 5-year-old grandson J staying with us for a couple of days. He’s the one in the picture, the one who grew up living with Grandma and Papa, and he’d still rather be at our house than pretty much anywhere else. (I just realized the picture cuts off his head. Click on it to see the full view.) In fact, when his mama came to pick him up, he stood knocking on the living room window, calmly telling her that he was fine and she didn’t need to pick him up, it was okay for him to stay here. No fussing, no fits, just rational explanation of why he wasn’t ready to go anywhere but Grandma’s house.
Smart kid. Precocious and presumptuous, but you can’t fault him for trying.
If we hadn’t had errands to run, and if I didn’t need to use the cot he slept on to give my legs a break, I might have volunteered to keep him for another night, too. Hopefully sooner or later we can setup the second bedroom as an actual bedroom, rather than using it in lieu of a storage shed. G said he’s made a deal with a neighbor to get their storage shed, which is about six times (or more) the size of our existing one. I’m tired of our limited floor space being taken up by power tools and other hardware, so I hope it happens, preferably soon.
We had one of our older grandsons yesterday. He’s a little bit more challenging, though to be fair he’s self sufficient as long as he lives glued to videos and video games. I personally find his choice of entertainment repulsive and think it should be banned – the games he plays include the F word, among other things, and the grandson just turned 10 – but it’s up to his parents to make that call. I don’t have a problem with free speech and have been known to use the F word myself on occasion. I just don’t think it belongs in a video game that’s being played by a 10 year old. I don’t love it blasting through the house. He turned it way down, but it was still obnoxious and by the time he went home it had given me a raging headache.
Overnight last night, there were more fireworks shot off here than when we lived at the house – and I thought that area was bad. I don’t know whether old farts here in the park have a fireworks obsession, or whether it’s kids from the surrounding farms, since they’ve got more space for fireworks. I suspect it’s one particular neighbor, one for whom boundaries and common sense are in short supply. This guy’s a real prize-winner. Other people in the park said they think the guy’s bipolar, and it wouldn’t surprise me a bit. On the scale of zero to unhinged, he’s definitely leaning to the “unhinged” side. It’s bad enough we may have to report him, because he’s unhinged with violent tendencies, apparently.
By the time the fireworks died down, Mother Nature took up the symphony and dropped an impressive thunderstorm overhead. I fell asleep after daylight this morning (slept through what was apparently an even louder thunderstorm in fact), dozed a few hours, then got up and fixed a traditional southern New Years meal, replete with ham, spinach, and black-eyed peas. (I know – it’s not hog jowls and collard greens. I worked with what we had.) We’ll see if they keep the promise of good luck for a better 2017. God knows 2016 wasn’t a bundle of sunshine.
We haven’t done yard sales for the past couple of weekends. There were sales out, believe it or not. There simply weren’t enough sales to justify the trip. I can’t say I’m terribly disappointed, though we definitely need to get back into the swing of things. We’ve already made our first sale of the year from our online store.
As most of my readers know, yesterday was my 10th wedding anniversary. We were supposed to go out for dinner, thanks to a very generous gift card we got for Christmas. However, as is typical, G didn’t feel like going anywhere. Trust me when I say this is absolutely the standard. Special occasions? Pffft! Not happening. We were given a gift card to go see Star Wars when it came out last winter. I ended up giving the card back to the daughter who gave it to us, so she could go see another movie. G simply will not go. This gift card will be used, however, if it means I go by myself or take one of the kids or grandkids. Which is probably what will be the end result.
I love my husband, so I just take it all in stride. There are a lot worse things.