Grandparenthood is a wonderful thing to be blessed with. You get to observe and plump up your peacock bragging feathers at every brilliant word that falls from tiny mouths as though their brilliance is somehow a direct result of your genetic presence. Somehow it is a time for wonderment and while you are pretty sure your own children went through the same development you were too busy working, cleaning, teaching, disciplining and just generally being a parent. Observation and contemplation of small miracles are definitely a bonus when one considers your offspring’s offspring.
I have mentioned previously G2’s commentary on life and living and learning. One of my faves of course is when his older brother taught him to never say the ‘F’ word and he didn’t even know what that particular word was but you got a scolding if you used the letter in any word until one he proclaimed, Granny fish begins with F and you can say it!’
I have noticed just how keen his observation skills are, rapidly developing, whilst my seem to be declining.
So – we were in the car the other day and I noticed a woman walking down the street and as we passed I noticed her tired looking too blonde dye job, her slight gimpy walk and thought that she generally looked weary and more round than lean.
As we rounded a corner G2 shouts out excitedly – Granny did you see that lady? She looks just like you. SHE has your face and everything!
Of course this is the same child that looked at a pic in a magazine that showed a very attractive young female standing next to a seated very elderly lady. Jokingly I asked him if the beautiful woman looked like me and very seriously he said no and pointed to the very ancient, must have been 90 lady and said that’s you Granny!
When the future Queen of Hamilton, and the Granny Nanny of the next millennium was born there was a fair bit of joy and celebration across the land. Actually there was a fair bit of joy and celebration across the street, but in my mind I prefer to think of it as ‘The Land’. But regardless how far the joy extended there were other events that stole my thunder and made my arrival less auspicious than it should have been.
THAT WHOLE ROSWELL THING
Yup William W. “Mac” Brazel a ranch foreman found debris. Air Force Colonel Blanchard instructed another Colonel to notify the media they had a “crashed saucer”. Well the rumors and contemplations have not settled it to this day. * Now how’s a girl to compete with that?
THAT WHOLE ROYAL WEDDING THING
Uh huh a Royal Wedding. That of the then future Queen of England and her dashing Prince Phillip stole the spotlight. And it was one of the last Royal Weddings that stuck. Sort of. There were always rumors of his dalliances and of course I have no proof but in 1974 ish I stood not more than ten feet from the man and he exuded pure sexual attraction. It’s a good thing he had a tight schedule else I could have been more famous than I would have liked. In my mind anyway. But when his blue eyes met my brown it aroused a..curiosity in me. It might have been all me..I’m just sayin……
MORE UFO STUFF
My BFF Wikipedia also reports…Seaman Harold Dahl claims to have seen six UFOs near Maury Island in Puget Sound, Washington. On the next morning, Dahl reports the first modern so-called “Men in Black” encounter.
Really now…UFO or me?
CIA and BIG GUNS
Wikipedia – Cold War: U.S. President Harry S. Truman signs the National Security Act of 1947 into law, creating the Central Intelligence Agency, the Department of Defense, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and the National Security Council.
*Since I do not want to be crossing CIA and all I have no comment on their intrusion on my fame.
After being shut down on November 9, 1946, for a refurbishment, the ENIAC computer, the world’s first electronic digital computer, is turned back on again. It then remains in continuous operation until October 2, 1955.
*Neither do I wish to negate any computers that would some day lead me to POF adventures.
Wiki again..Thor Heyerdahl’s balsa wood raft, the Kon-Tiki, smashes into the reef at Raroia in the Tuamotu Islands after a 101 day, 4,300 mile, voyage across the Eastern Pacific Ocean, proving that pre-historic peoples could hypothetically have traveled to the Central Pacific islands from South America.
Chuck Yaeger breaks the speed of sound. * I was barely breaking sound past goo goo ga ga.
THE DOOMSDAY CLOCK
Apparently was set? Wikipedia says…The Doomsday Clock is a symbolic clock face, maintained since 1947 by the board of directors of the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists at the University of Chicago. The closer the clock is to midnight, the closer the world is estimated to be to global disaster. As of January 14, 2010, the Doomsday Clock now stands at six minutes to midnight. Since its creation, the time on the clock has changed 19 times.
*****So now my competition for fame is a doomsday clock? I was born and they felt the need for doomsday???
THE DEAD SEA SCROLLS
The first of the Dead Sea Scroll discoveries occurred in 1947 in Qumran, a village situated about twenty miles east of Jerusalem on the northwest shore of the Dead Sea. A young Bedouin shepherd, following a goat that had gone astray, tossed a rock into one of the caves along the seacliffs and heard a cracking sound: the rock had hit a ceramic pot containing leather and papyrus scrolls that were later determined to be nearly twenty centuries old. Ten years and many searches later, eleven caves around the Dead Sea were found to contain tens of thousands of scroll fragments dating from the third century B.C. to A.D. 68 and representing an estimated eight hundred separate works. **Now I also have to fight the bible book fame! Thanks Wikipedia!
MUSIC AND MOVIES AND BOOKS
AtLeast there were some memorable ones!
Gentleman’s Agreement, Miracle on 34th Street, Great Expectations, The Bishop’s Wife
Doris Day, “Confess”
Al Jolson, Al Jolson Album
“A Fellow Needs A Girl”
Frankie Lane, “That’s My Desire”
Glenn Miller, “Glenn Miller Masterpieces—Vol. 2”
Saul Bellow, The Victim
Gerald Warner Brace, The Garretson Chronicle
Martin Flavin, The Enchanted
Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano
Thomas Mann, Dr. Faustus
Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism
So it seems there have been some hitches to achieving my destiny of world wide fame (and adoration). Guess I had better get cracking!
Not enough to disturb it. I just hate the way it is.. well so dusty. I try to live and let live and with so many clean freaks out there I figure it needs to have a safe haven somewhere.
Please do not for one minute think I am freako here its just that today everything is about bacteria and anti bacteria. We have cleaned and sanitized ourselves silly and right into risky health. We, whoever we are, have no immunity and the bugs are winning.
Antibiotics were a good thing way back when but have been so overused the bugs got smart and mutated. Now we have super bugs, MRSA, VRE, and so on. There is always a new one coming along.
Okay all that is a little over dramatic on the dust thing. Another procrastinating excuse. Any way I do get dusting now and then and it sure feels good to see every thing gleaming and shining.
By the way, on yesterdays post – I never got the door washed but I got a comment from Baxter Bunny that it is good Feng Shui to keep your doors especially the front door. That one I can embrace! The only Feng Shui I ever remember is to keep your toilet seat lid down to stop the flow of money down the drain. So naturally I do that one. I call it my financial planning strategy.
And thank you to all who answered my question seeking more Procrastination excuses..I mean reasons. Of course most had an answer but would have to get back to me sometime when they got around to it..like true procrastinators!
I have discovered some basic truths in my childcare experience this week:
Just because a child turns three it does not mean he is out of the terrible twos.
Children of seven actually have a social circle independent of Mommies hovering. They have best friends whom they will prefer over Grandma once they are sure said Grandma will not be lavishing any presents on G2 in their absence.
The key to getting a three year old settled is to drive every ounce of energy out of them in play time preferably outside in fresh air. Of course the risk to the driverouter is permanent immobility, pain, exhaustion and a serious reconsideration of the whole mixing booze and drugs together argument for sustained relief. Just a thought.
So yesterday, day three was pretty normal. More parks, lots more walking, tantrum prior to afternoon nap. G1 spent both days at his best friends so really there was just me, the five month old yellow lab of sonic strength and G2.
The only thing of note from yesterday was that as our little troupe marched along the street..or staggered depending on the antics of the Gdog, is that someone in misstep passed gas. Now G1 says, “Who farted?” I can see him processing some vital facts here. He knows he did not do it and although the dog is famous for it, he’s pretty sure Gdog did not do it. To help him with the struggle of his thoughts I thought I would fess up. He seriously considers this for a few seconds and I swear I could hear the wheels grinding. Finally the power of GRANNY comes forth. It would be impossible for Granny to do this. In a soft voice he says, “No I’m pretty sure it was the dog.”
By last night I was worn and while happy, exhaustion had me feeling lower than a snake’s belly on a hot rock. A happy tiredness and really I am sure I no longer have pain. I am convinced this is a true sense of well being – I just didn’t recognize it. I think my body had developed some kind amnesia about well being but I think this is it.
Today I was ready to put what I knew into action. The troupe walked G1 to his best friends house and I in all my wiliness headed straight for the park. This child is going to get so much exercise, so much fresh air he will be begging to take a nap. So I pushed swings, chased him up and down the play structures. Even walking him home It crossed my mind that Gdog was behaving pretty good.
Once we get home to the yard I could see a spot of energy left so pulled out all the cars and scooters out of the storage shed and I pushed him and chased him til his giggles started to peter out.
The plan is working, Now I just have to deftly get lunch into him and wheedle him into his bed. Wow it worked ..just a few extra cuddles. and he looked ready to sleep. For a moment he started to move like he was going to sit up until I convinced him he was a puppy. So he assumed the puppy position and was gone. Yeah!
Settling on the sofa I thought I might see what is on day time TV. But I could not find the remote. After a ridiculous amount of time searching and turning lazy boys on their sides, scouring floors and toy boxes I gave up and embraced the silence. The hum of pain..I mean well being through my entire body convinced me that a nap might be in order. However that wasn’t going to happen. An hour after the appointed time I remembered I had not fed Gdog. Hauling myself off the sofa I completed that task. Convinced a nap was really now in order I stretched out for some R&R.
Within minutes of ingesting his gourmet dog food the pup started whining. So once again I rise. Hmmmm she seemed to have some difficulty going so when I stomp across the muddy yard to check on -the results – I see a watery product rather than the scoopable kind.
I make mental note to let my DIL know.
Then two hours later a whole bunch of things happen at the same time. G2 wakes, my DIL is there and the sonic dog has to go out. This time there are spots across the concrete patio of Gdogs ailment. The well rested G2 is tearing around through mud and other things in full energy mode. I try washing away the ailment evidence with a bucket with no luck. DIL tries to get the hose working and gets some detergent and a brush for scrubbing. She is lathering soap in the appropriate spots and scrubbing with a brush. I have the hose which is leaking everywhere except the spout and two critters who are trying to catch the water. Gdog in her excitement has jumped upon the child and me and pretty soon all three of us are soaked and covered in mud. DIL grabs the dog, I grab the child and whip him inside into a running tub of water. I change into clean clothes..which are my pajamas. Don’t ask. I dress the child in his pajamas.