Dawn Is Me

(Three months smoke free! Yay, me!)

So, I was thinking about Ricky recently and I was thinking that I should get a tee shirt made for him with that famous and appropriate quotation from Linus van Pelt:

So far, he does not appear to have been seriously traumatized, no matter what they do to him.

I’m reminded of a recent incident when Ricky was coming into the house only to be intercepted by Kimmie and Gina.

Kimmie eyed him closely. “You’re taller,” she said severely.

Gina: “He is?”

Kimmie: “Here, see, look.” [turns him to face her and plants his face between her boobs] “See, he’s getting too tall to lift and separate.”

Gina: “Let me see.” [turns him to face her and plants his face between her boobs] “Oh, hey, you’re right.”

Parenthetically, it has always been interesting to me how siblings have such a freewheeling tactile intimacy; they can touch each other in ways that nobody else on the planet can.

That said, if the boy doesn’t grow up to be a serial killer, it won’t be his sisters that society has to thank for it.

Occasionally, though, they decide to be nice to him.

Last weekend, Ricky had a baseball game. It was a good game for him; he actually hit the ball. In fact, he batted in two runs with that hit and, by the time he got home, he was beside himself with pride in his accomplishment.

Kimmie told me a couple of days later that she had been tempted to take the wind out of his sails with a vengeance. “I was gonna say something like, ‘yeah, enjoy it, you’ll never be able to do it again’ but I decided I didn’t feel like ruining his life that day,” is what she told me.

So she’s … what … saving ruining his life for some other time when she’s more in the mood for it?

Poor Ricky.

He may yet have a future as a serial killer ahead of him …

This is my kitchen wall.

Somehow, it fits my household, and my family, perfectly.

Who says innovation is the sole province of white-coated dudes in labs that work for universities and cutting-edge businesses?

Innovation can happen in the kitchen with the help of hair appliances, gloves and cardboard.

Randomness.

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Gina’s home. We helped her to load her stuff in the car when we went to get her yesterday. She packed in typical college student fashion, with an interesting mix of actually-packed stuff, loosely packed stuff and just stuff.

So, when I was trying to help her with her stuff and her attempts at juggling seemed poised for disaster, here is what my uber-cool college student daughter said to me:

“Nooooo! Not my teddy bear! Not my teddy bear!”

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I guess I was wrong. Having health insurance really does make a difference to how much attention you pay to your health.

Major dental work is about to happen in the household. I’m tickled pink because I’m looking at a pain-free mouth with which I can eat the foods I prefer to eat.

Spouse is bummed because it’s all making him feel old.

Perspective is everything.

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Kimmie says that she likes to chew on her boyfriend’s head when he lays it on her shoulder.

For the record, she doesn’t actually chew it. She sort of mouths it.

I asked her if that’s what she did when she was not in a position to interact with the guy’s other head.

She declined to answer. Well, actually, what she said was, “I hate you.”

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Note from Ricky’s teacher:

Just a quick note to let you know that Richard was unprepared for class numerous times this week. His brain is swirling with information about minerals and crystals, but the papers and pencils are not there.

My response:

Guess he has trouble with graphite and wood, huh? I’ll exchange some words with him, thanks for letting me know.

That settles it. The boy needs a secretary.