Wednesday, November 27, 2013

A Visit from the Grands

Here are three ways you can tell our Grands have been visiting:


There is artwork on the wall,





The car vent is now a piggybank,





                                                        and finally...

                                                                   Cheerios in the vacuum.


Once again I will say it: Being a grandparent is the best job I've ever had.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Late Night at the Grocery Store

Although I had a fridge full of food, there was just one little thing I needed so I made a quick late-night trip to the grocery store.  I arrived just a few minutes before closing time and was pretty much the only customer there.

I walked up and down the aisles searching for the random item until finally I got to the potato chip aisle where there was a fellow doing stocking.  He was busy and I hated to bother him but finally I did.

"Do you stock everything in the store or just Pringles?" I asked.
Adorable bag courtesy of Jan and Steve Miller

"Everything."  He kept right on working.

"Could you tell me where the apple cider vinegar is?"

"Yes."

"I thought so."

"How?"  As he asked, he turned and looked at me.

"You have the look of a smart man about ya."  I said.

The guy froze.  His face broke out into this gigantic grin.  He put down the can of Pringles, came over and gave me a hug.  Then he said, "I'm going to personally walk you across the store to the vinegar."  As he started to walk, he turned around and said, "...and we're going to hold hands."

And that's just what we did.

As he left me looking at the selection of vinegars, I thought maybe I'd improved his evening.  I knew he had improved mine.

I love my life.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Time

Yesterday morning, the grands were quietly playing with Jerry's phone and one of them, unbeknownst to any us, stealthily changed the clock to "world time."  Who even knows what that means?


The day turned into night and we all retired for the evening.  When Jerry's alarm rang today, he was groggy but dragged himself out of bed just like every other day.  He threw himself into the shower to help wake up, dressed and then went to the kitchen to get a tea.  (Iced, sweet.)

It was as he was chugging down his pre-dawn caffeine fix that he chanced to glance at the clock on the stove.  At first, he thought the power must have gone out in the night.  He went into the living room, just to check.  It was 3:30.

When it dawned upon him what had happened, he went back to bed.  He struggled to get back to sleep but eventually he drifted off.  He must have finally entered that deep-sleep phase when his alarm rang because he says he didn't even hear it.  He woke up a half-an-hour later than normal and rushed around like a Tasmanian Devil.  He departed the house mere minutes after awakening.  Being "on time" is very important to Jerry and he was on time, even today.  As a matter of fact, he arrived early.

To review, he got up thirty minutes later than usual and was still able to arrive early to work.  To me that would be a green light to sleeping 30 minutes later every day.  To him it's just a good story.  As long as I live, I swear, I will never understand the workings of the male mind.