I'm in a funk. My cute little car decided to do a bunk and in order to reestablish itself to its usual good natured reliability, it required new tires plus an additional $3000.00 worth of work. If I house sit for the rest of my life I might be able to repay the loan established to get those repairs done. On the upside, the car handles so much better now that the shuddering and shaking is gone. Sort of like going through a 12 step program or methadone therapy or something. sigh
I swear its true. The youngest daughter requested my valuable child rearing skills again last Saturday so she and her beloved could go fraternize with friends and drink too much and whatnot. This time no one melted down until well in to the third hour of my vigilance. And then only for a little while, though I must say being told to "Leave me alone" from a four year old kinda sucks. Sadly, the mother did not think it a good idea to prepare a nourishing and healthy meal before she hightailed is outta there. No, she left that little detail to yours truly. I must be still a little on the defensive from when I used to feed my own brood when they were young and having them tell me that everything was disgusting and so and so won't eat anything green and another so and so won't eat brown stuff the other so and so would only eat processed food. I used to have frequent nervous break downs and go to my room for a self imposed "time outs". Anyway, so I was faced with the daunting task of feeding the grand offspring. The mother suggested hot dawgs. All I can say is at least they weren't some tofu inspired soy substitute uselessness. If you are of the leaning to enjoy such stuff, well bully, but hot dawgs are meant to be suspect in their content and that's that. So anyway I also decided the little darlings should have something green so I nuked broccoli (little trees btw), stuffed sticks through the dawgs for Mila and Silas, squished ketchup on their plates and did not stuff sticks into Jacks, but prepared for him a multi-grain sprouted something or other bun with only mustard, bon apetit" or what ever. And they ate! Even the green stuff. good deal.
I also got to supervise the darlings yesterday! Do I look like a nanny? Or even a good person? Someone should contact the authorities. In any case I treated the darlings to frozen yogurt with three toppings and then took them off to a park so they could run off the sugar ingested from gummie bears, marshmallows and mini M&M's. Swell. So they ran around and gamboled and I studiously ignored any grievous misbehaviour and tried not to think of all the germs that had to be breeding rampantly on the swings and stuff and just closed my eyes to the backed up water fountain that ALL the children were using. Parks are gross. The mother arrived, the girl child had a freak out and I left.
I had the opportunity to go to WalMart after my park stint. You should be particular which WalMart you frequent. No really. You should. Barring that perhaps just not going to WalMart is OK too. None the less, off to WalMart I went with the sole purpose of buying syringes for the @#%^& dawg who requires twice daily insulin injections. And some fascinating people watching. Have you received copies of the WalMart shoppers email? Tasteful shots of some folks who have no access to a mirror. It makes its way around annually. But back to my personal experience, yesterdays winner was the plus sized woman in a HUGE leopard print Sari or something all in black and yellow and gold with a matching (not) head scarf in an understated fluorescent pink shade. Eyes watering, I made my way to the nearest exit. You can't leave WalMart in a hurry because then the store police assume you have "borrowed" stuff. The exit walk has to be fairly precise. I was safe because I only had one item and I had a receipt for it. Thank God. You know I've seen three shoplifting take downs at my neighborhood market in the last year. I've lived in some pretty shady areas in my life and Vacaville is certainly not the worst of the worst, but three take downs at a relatively upscale market? Either they have no sense of humor with theft or Safeway just builds thievery into its working budget. What say you? Maybe I just need a life.
None of my valuable work opportunities panned out last weekend. I had (count them) three gigs to choose from and not even one came to fruition. See paragraph one.
I've resumed my gym attendance. In fact I was supposed to go to a yogalates class this morning, but I forgot. They have new recumbent bikes. So usually I sit on one of them and pedal furiously for a time and listen to a book and play Mah Jong or Words w/Frenemies. That way time goes faster and I can ignore the weird little ancient man in the black Adidas who always shuffles in after me and always sits on a bike next to me and pretends to read the paper. creepy. The other day I decided to incorporate some weights and other machine torture to my routine and the creepy guy followed me in there as well. ew. Someone take pity on my and treat me to a nice full body liposuction so I can be safe. Really.
OK, so I've read the Hunger Games and the sequels. Go ahead and read them. But basically the message is Government is bad and corrupt. Revolution happens. There are losers, they are punished. And there are winners. They might be bad. Brand new shiny Government is formed. Government is bad and corrupt. Good is bad. Bad is good. Rinse, repeat. You're welcome.
What else am I reading? Rick Riordan and the Tres Navarre series. Irreverent private investigator in San Antonio. Yup Pulitzer material, and entertaining. Evidently he also writes some fantasy, sci fi stuff, but I don't hang with that genre usually, so I have no review to share. I just finished the Dismas Hardy series, by John Lescroat (lawyer in San Francisco, irreverent and a winner.) If you really want weird, and who doesn't? I recommend the Donovan Creed series and please, start with the first one and read in order or you'll miss a big, important part. They are written by John Locke. He also writes a series with Emmett Love. Also entertaining. If you like weird and just outlandish. Katie, you would be a fan because everyone is just a hot mess and I know you like that. Think Gramma Mazur as the normal one. You get my drift.
Tomorrow is current #1 son-in-laws birthday. He's #1 cause he'll be forty. Lordy lordy. I should mail him a card with a pithy, witty message. Perhaps I'll just send him the other #1 son-in-laws card from January that I never sent. The sentiment is the same for all of them. Except #3 son-in-law. The #3 son-in-law is OK with me having my drivers license taken away down the road and being required to ride the seniors community bus to get around. It will be a very long time till he digs his way out of that nonsense. Planning my revenge as we speak.
I have to confess that the trip that was planned for a great family outing to Disneyland, the Grand Canyon and Carlsbad/Loving, New Mexico fizzled and died. I'm not really that chuffed about it, but the newest grandson has not had the benefit of my "special" attention. And his hair is a mess.
But really, ain't he just the cutest lil thang?
I'll leave you with that. Au Revoir mon amis.