November 13, 2012
Ellen/Reid: This time next week we will all be gathered under one roof, and I will be that much further away from the ice cream aisle at the local market. Curses to ice cream. Trying to kick the vile habit but not doing very well. My waistline is the worse for it.
But, I cannot wait to board the plan and land in the Twin Cities. Reid, you and I will do virtually all the cooking, and Ellen, consider this not as acknowledgment of your request for me to be a stay-at-home gramps to sit up with Emma on Black Friday. It will be a race to see who goes to sleep first, her or me. The odds are that gramps will be the first to wilt by nodding off. Emma is too young to say ‘stay with me, gramps’ but we will have a good time. Baby sitting will be a first for me. Can’t wait although the diaper thing makes me shudder. You’ll have to leave good instructions or a pictorial revue of how to do it.
The seasonal thing is already out of hand. How is it that Santa sets up shop in the mall the first week of November? Whatever happened to waiting for a few days after Thanksgiving? If merchants have their way and at this rate, they would begin to put out holiday decorations in August. That would be one way to gauge that gifts have outpaced the truer meanings of Christmas. Nordstrom’s is putting out a welcome message that they will not join the commercial crowd and will instead not be adorning the store until after T-Day. That’s where we should all do our shopping although the store here might be a budget-buster for me. Speaking of that, you would make things a hell of a lot easier for me if you assembled your wish lists in priority order. Also, I have no earthly idea what to give Emma other than a kiss on the forehead. Totally clueless about what babies need or want. Maybe that is a good thing. As for me, the list is similar to last year: nothing. There is nothing I need or want other than to curb my ice cream habit.
This weekend we head to Hilton Head for a couple of days. The weather will be similar to what we had in Myrtle Beach when Sandy blew through: cool and rainy. Our cool, however, is not as cold as your cool. A light fleece and a rain jacket will all that is needed. It might cause a zip line adventure for Felicia and her daughter to be curtailed. My plan was to hit the golf course while they slid down the wire. We also hope to kayak the backwaters which would be an interesting bit of the outdoors that I have never done. But mostly it will be walking on the beach and finding a decent place to eat.
My Caldwell newsletter is nearly in the can. By my count, this is about 48 straight months of a church newsletter. This better buy me some clout when the time comes although I continue to burn the edges, if you know what I mean.
A mouse has taken up residence in the garage. When I pull in, he is usually illuminated in the headlamp of the car. This means war. With peanut butter as bait, there is hope the vile vermin will be exterminated in a few hours, but as of this morning nothing had happened overnight. Perhaps the rodent prefers smooth over chunky peanut butter. A web site says when you see one, there are usually others. But I am in this for the long haul. Where’s a feral cat when you need one?
Okay, I am set to make pie(s) next weekend, and this time, Ellen, I assure you that sugar will be included in the apple pie. I will buy all the fixin’s while there. Rest assured ice cream will not be on the dessert list. Heaven forbid.