You didn’t even miss us, did you?
What a whirlwind these last few weeks have been!
It started the first week of July with our 4th of July cookout. Then we had visits with Darin’s Uncle Jack and his wife Darlene. Then Darin’s Mom Jeannie came for a visit and we had even more visits with Jack & Darlene along with several other members of Darin’s family, including a few we’d never even met before!
Then this past Wednesday (August 1), Missy and I hopped in the car for a road trip.
First stop (Wednesday): Good Sam Hospital in Cincinnati to see Maggie.
Second stop (Wednesday thru Thursday morning): St. Louis, to see some of the folks at SimuCon 2012. (Thanks again, to Nora, Vicki & Anna for sharing their room with us so we could stay & visit longer!)
Third stop (Thursday night thru Sunday afternoon): New Orleans, for my oldest grandson’s bar mitzvah. We also got to meet several people we’ve only ever heard about over the years — of course we’ve met part of Peter’s family, but there were a few new ones for us — and we got to meet several of Anna and Peter’s friends as well as the lovely Fiona and her family — my youngest grandson Adin insists that he is going to marry Fiona when they are all grown up, so I guess this is my future grand-daughter-in-law?! (And my goodness, I would be remiss to not mention the wonderful people at the Congregation Gates of Prayer where the celebrations took place. If you are looking for a spiritual home in the NOLA area, these are some absolutely awesome people. You can feel the welcoming love and fellowship the moment you cross the threshold.)
Fourth stop (wee hours Monday morning): home, to collapse & recover! Oh and get this! Despite being stuffed full of food all weekend long, I actually lost four pounds! Yay!
We had a lovely time all along the way, with only a couple of little irritations. It was an overwhelmingly wonderful trip and although I was terribly sad to leave them, I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed spending so much time with my grandsons (and their parents!). I also can’t tell you how much I enjoyed NOLA — what a beautiful city! And just about everyone was super nice and friendly. I’m sure they have their fair share of jerks (who doesn’t?) but we didn’t have to deal with ‘em, so not my problem.
And now, things really ramp up for my son-in-law (dad of the bar mitzvah boy) whose first young adult novel, Henry Franks, is being officially published in September. You should go buy it on pre-order and leave a review after you read it. Or buy it for your child/grandchild/nephew/niece/neighbor’s kid/whatever. It’s a REALLY good book. (I know this, because I got to read a copy before the final edits and it rocked then, so it’s going to be mega-awesome now!) It can already be pre-ordered on amazon (and for kindle!), b&n, and indiebound — there’s links on the bottom of the page. Seriously, you should go check it out.
And finally, now, for ME … the official launch of my new embroidery & sewing site Sew Gaelic, is about to happen! Embroidery commencing in 5 … 4 … 3 …
Had half-convinced myself I wasn’t gonna do it this year.
Hah! So this morning about 10:00 I had my annual July 10 meltdown. Interestingly — oddly? — I cried first for Mom and how much I missed her. It was while in the midst of crying for her, I realized the date and began crying as well for Sam. And interestingly as well, I began crying for my Grandma and my Great-Grandma (who died the year I was born, and I never laid eyes on her) too.
What a melancholy way to start the day!
Strangely though, instead of feeling drained and saddened, I feel rejuvenated and cleansed. Ready to tackle the world almost.
I’m okay. Despite it being 13 years to the day since Sam died. Despite it being 5 years and 7 months since Mom died. Despite having just quit my job after 13 years. Despite not having my health back entirely. Despite despite despite … because you know what? It’s a whole new world out there and I’m alive to see it!
Please don’t give these jerks any money!
We have a sign on our front door — a bright yellow sign, no less — that reads “NO PEDDLERS.” We have this sign because if we want to do business with you, we will find you and do business with you. If you come to us, it just irritates us, interrupts whatever we were doing, drives our dogs apeshit and makes us want to slam the door in your face. We don’t like to be rude like that, so we posted the sign a couple years ago and that stopped most of it. (I should add I don’t object to door hangers or people leaving something on the bench on the porch — that’s cool. Stick a flyer on my mailbox, send me a flyer in the mail, whatever. If you don’t bother me with it, I will probably save it and dig it out when I do need your services.)
We still get the occasional stray — in fact we’ve had people ring the bell, we get to the door and they immediately apologize and say they didn’t notice the sign at first. I try to give them the benefit of the doubt, but come on, it’s bright freaking yellow and it’s right on level with the doorbell … however, I don’t beat ‘em with a stick or chase ‘em off my property for what was hopefully an honest mistake.
One day several months ago, we got a woman who came to the door at a really bad time — Missy and I were gone and Darin was home alone with the 4 dogs. He was in the process of starting dinner — his specialty, chicken wings! — and his hands were covered in raw chicken gunk and so on … so the doorbell rings, dogs go apeshit, Darin answers the door and there stands a dumb bitch telling him how she saw the sign, but she rang the bell anyhow because (wait for it) … “I’m not here to sell you anything!” She then proceeds to tell him how all they want to do is put a sign in our front yard saying they sold us new windows. In exchange for letting them do that, they’ll SELL US THE FUCKING WINDOWS FOR HALF PRICE … when his jaw hits the floor she insists oh no, SHE isn’t trying to sell us anything at all! All she wants to do is set up an appointment for us with the salesman. She’s just a canvasser! The sign doesn’t apply to HER. As he was slamming the door in her face, she handed him a flyer.
Since Darin was really irritated, he called them. He raised hell. The owner or president or schmuck in the mailroom for all we know insisted that his employee had done NOTHING wrong at all. She was not there to sell anything and therefore the sign did not apply to her. After Darin ripped him a new one and read him the dictionary definition of the word “peddle” the guy rather sarcastically told him not to worry, he would put our name and address on their list and we would NEVER be bothered by them again.
Except … today, doorbell rings, dogs go apeshit, Darin goes to the door and lo and behold it’s a City Sash idiot with the same exact spiel practically word for word and the same exact justification for why the sign didn’t apply to them.
This infuriated me so much I have decided that even if every window in my 22 year old house was falling out and City Sash was standing in my front yard with the windows precut and ready to be installed and they were going to do it for 75% less than anyone else on the planet and they weren’t even going to want to put the sign in my front yard …
I WOULD STILL GO ELSEWHERE FOR MY WINDOWS. I WOULD TAKE OUT A SECOND MORTGAGE ON MY HOUSE OR GO BLOW PEOPLE ON 5TH STREET BEFORE I GAVE A SINGLE MOTHERFUCKING DIME TO CITY SASH.
And I decided that I will tell everyone I know not to do business with them, and hopefully they will listen. I am also seriously considering modifying our bright yellow sign to read “NO PEDDLERS … THIS INCLUDES YOU LYING ASSHOLES FROM CITY SASH” … wonder if they’d get the damn hint then?
… but I truly doubt the UN uses hotmail …
Color me skeptical … (why yes, that IS sarcasm you’re smelling!)
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Mr Kent Reeves
I dunno, Kent. Something just doesn’t seem quite right, y’know?