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Friday, December 2, 2011

It has always been my private conviction that any man who pits his intelligence against a fish and loses has it coming. ~John Steinbeck

I ♥ my sons.  I do.  Really.  They just drive me crazy.
This is how it went down yesterday:

Dino instructs me to pick him up from work.  I am to find some obscure place I've never heard of.  I am to be on time because we have to then go into the airport to pick up Theo.  I cannot bring Star to navigate because Theo is bringing a friend & the car isn't big enough.  All this I do.

I arrive at Dino's work to find he isn't quite ready.  Fair enough.  I open all the doors & sit in the car & read till he is ready.  Then I am told Theo has missed his plane [not his fault] & we are going to go find some other obscure place so Dino can pick up the pro crab pots he has ordered ~ which is fine only then we have no room for the travellers.  This takes forever as Dino has misheard the name of the street & we are looking for some place that doesn't actually exist. *sigh* Drop pots at friends ~ which means we are now running late to pick up Theo.  Drive into airport in what is now peak hour traffic & drive round & round the airport circuit till Theo has managed to pick up his luggage & make it out to the loading zone. Load two bags, 2 boys & fishing gear into my tiny car.

The twin thing immediately kicks in.  We detour all the way home. In peak hour traffic: for Kentucky~Ducky; for fishing tackle; for bait.  The boys throw me out at the jetty now they have another driver with the Kentucky~Ducky & head of to pick up the pots.

My house, which is a very large house, now seems overfull.  All the beds are in use.  Theo has Lid's room.  The guest is upstairs with Dino.  There is stinky bait all over my yard.  There are rods & tackle spread everywhere.  My fridge is stuffed with the poor gaping things they caught this morning when they made enough noise to stampede an elephant herd & woke me as they loaded the boat with baited pots & assorted fishing gear.  I tell you it is bedlam here. And I have a week of this.  Is it survivable?


Julie said...

Oh, I know what a full house is like, Ganeida! You may be whistling a happy tune when all is "quiet" again, but for now I'm guessing your house is full because all those people think it's a welcoming place. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Michael and I will be flying to see you in January. :O


Bonnie said...

Catching up on blogs today. I agree with Julie! I was just thinking how wonderful it is that your adult children want to spend time at home and bring their friends. It's kind of like stepping on toys in the lounge or finding little cars hidden in the flour bin--you will miss it when one day there isn't as much bedlam in your house. :-)

Ganeida said...

Julie@ Whaddaya mean you're just joking. I am so dissapointed!

Bonnie:I like the visiting. I find bedlam hard. :(

Susan (HomeGrownKids) said...

Hehee, I know what you mean.

I love my sons too. Really I do. They just drive me crazy.

Jeanne said...

Sounds wonderful, really it does...

seekingmyLord said...

I am in favor of men who hunt or fish or raise food or any combination thereof, but it is even better when they clean up after themselves.