One of My
Six Sisters Birthdays, 2013
Little Brian was telling me about his pee
wee hockey game the other night. After the tied game, the family took him out
for celebratory ice cream. “My Aunt asked me why I wasn’t so tired this time,”
he commented. “It’s ‘cause I got to sit in the penalty box for two minutes to
rest.” He got the first penalty of the season, first penalty for the team in
it’s short history. “My Uncle Randy sits
in there all the time,” Brian relayed, “so he gets a lot of rest.” What other
reply could I possibly have but, “Cool.”
Much of the time, I end up being the radio
announcer at Mrs. “B’s” since she adores football, baseball, hockey and an
occasional basketball game. Since she cannot view the screen, I keep track of
the score and what inning or quarter we are in at any given time. Games are
interrupted with showers, noise of the meal preparation and the off-chance
visitor. Fixed pot roast, chicken and sides, hamburger and curly fries,
promptly overcooking the muffins I had forgotten about in the oven. Could use
them as a hockey puck at Brian’s next game but tossed them out with the
garbage. No sense having Mrs. “B” choke to death while sucking in the dust from
a dry boxed muffin. Promised her I would call her best friend and request a
muffin delivery. There are few delights in life, sweets is one of hers.
Santa was good to me this year. Mrs. “B”
made out like a bandit as well. New fleece pj’s, slippers (so we can now throw
out the old ones that fly off her swollen feet at inopportune times,) candies,
sweet breads, lap blanket, and many visitors. The grandkids came to collect
their goodie sacks. When Cal,
the great grandchild told grandma her writing is “Great!” Because I had jotted
the kids names on the bags for her, Mrs. “B” asked if his name was written in
cursive or printed. “It’s normal, Grandma, just normal.” Two envelopes remained
on the table, unclaimed. Mrs. “B” is not pleased that her grandson, who happens
to live in town, has not come by for a visit with his wife and children.
Luckily, she cannot see the evidence, parked against the reindeer made of
plastic pine needles, to make her sad and rejected. Hopefully, by the time I return
on Monday for work, they will have come and spent time with grandma, giving her
the pleasure of a long visit and bring a muffin or two.
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