um, i am alive. & remiss that i have not blogged in too much time to count. plus i've promised pics for something like seven years now. one day soon.
thanksgiving was spiffy. eric met the extended family, having already met my parents several times before. he got the green light from the family so he somehow managed to trick them into believing he was not a vagrant. most likely because he allowed my grandmother to wax on non-poetically about bluebirds & various birds of all varieties & how they know when someone is "nice & kind" by how you whistle at them. somebody tell the construction workers such things.
our visit with my parents was heightened by enjoyable exchanges like the following:
(as i perused my baby book & noted pictures of when i was brought home form the hospital as a newborn)
me: so, i see you didn't spring for a car seat to keep me safe from flying through a windshield in case of an accident.
mom: pshaw, they didn't do that back in the day. besides your head is hard enough.
...
me: mom, i see you, grandma & grandaddy in the pics, but i see none of daddy.
dad: that's because i wasn't there. i went to a rifle show that day.
me: you selected a rifle show over bringing home your offspring?
dad: yep. still have that gun, in fact.
*dad makes a valiant search for it in his gun cabinet amongst other heirloom pieces but doesn't find it*
dad: oh, i know where it is. it's under the sofa in the living room.
*arrives in room with dusty rifle in tow*
mom: well, great. that shows how long it's been since i dusted under that sofa.
fine & bizarre people, they are.
we went to APPOMATTOX COURTHOUSE STATE PARK the day after thanksgiving so that eric, the yankee, could be properly schooled in the somberness of such a place. eric's triumph of the day was singing the battle hymn of the republic while accompanied by mom & myself, with my father's howls of "scallawags! carpetbaggers!" in the pandemonium.
good times.
thanksgiving was spiffy. eric met the extended family, having already met my parents several times before. he got the green light from the family so he somehow managed to trick them into believing he was not a vagrant. most likely because he allowed my grandmother to wax on non-poetically about bluebirds & various birds of all varieties & how they know when someone is "nice & kind" by how you whistle at them. somebody tell the construction workers such things.
our visit with my parents was heightened by enjoyable exchanges like the following:
(as i perused my baby book & noted pictures of when i was brought home form the hospital as a newborn)
me: so, i see you didn't spring for a car seat to keep me safe from flying through a windshield in case of an accident.
mom: pshaw, they didn't do that back in the day. besides your head is hard enough.
...
me: mom, i see you, grandma & grandaddy in the pics, but i see none of daddy.
dad: that's because i wasn't there. i went to a rifle show that day.
me: you selected a rifle show over bringing home your offspring?
dad: yep. still have that gun, in fact.
*dad makes a valiant search for it in his gun cabinet amongst other heirloom pieces but doesn't find it*
dad: oh, i know where it is. it's under the sofa in the living room.
*arrives in room with dusty rifle in tow*
mom: well, great. that shows how long it's been since i dusted under that sofa.
fine & bizarre people, they are.
we went to APPOMATTOX COURTHOUSE STATE PARK the day after thanksgiving so that eric, the yankee, could be properly schooled in the somberness of such a place. eric's triumph of the day was singing the battle hymn of the republic while accompanied by mom & myself, with my father's howls of "scallawags! carpetbaggers!" in the pandemonium.
good times.
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