JOE TIME While the younger folk were indulging in couples time in North Carolina, we were enjoying several days of Joe-time. Dropping and picking up from school brought back memories. His air of nonchalence with just the hood of his winter coat hanging off his head, no hat or gloves with me bundled up for, I don't know, winter was disconcerting but he claimed he was fine Nana. That's some hot blood and considering they have to endure recess three times a day, I guess he can handle a few minutes before getting in the car.
Joe-ism. Having dinner with his folks a couple days before they left I told him our menu for his time with us was "Take it or leave it". He said "oh, is that a new restaurant?" I didn't know if he was kidding or not (UPDATE: I asked him. He literally thought it was a restaurant, but it is also his sense of humor as he is now calling all our meals take it or leave it).
In an attempt to please, I made Joe's favorite cookies for his visit which immediately got a hug of gratitude. Though I may have to turn in my "Nana badge" as their appearance was a bit bizarre. He's cool though. What Grandmother can't make round cookies? Joe has a lasting effect on people. He and Grandpa were trading insults at the bowling alley when one of the pros stops to fist bump with Joe. They exchange stupid jokes and then the guy gives him a dollar "to take his sister out" (me). He makes a point to slap hands with the security guard on his way into school and the movie usher jumps to carry his "GIANT" pop into the movie theater for him. I should get such service.
PROGRAM NOTE: Do not order the medium drink as it is essentially a six-pack. But eight bucks a pop and they do provide refills....as if.
We chose Puss'n Boots for our movie although he wanted Avatar. I'll leave that 2+ hour potty break for his parents to deal with. Though the "GIANT" pop did do him in after an hour and a half. I had to nervously let him make his way to the restroom alone as he insisted I fill him in on what he missed. I think the kindly usher was nearby. He's just the right age to get the subtleties between the sight gags. At one point we both turned to each other and said "he's not a bounty hunter" (you had to be there). He also explained why Puss could defeat the 20 foot tree monster but not El Lobo. The wolf was faster- oh yeah-plus he was "death". Pretty heavy for a cartoon which led to a discussion on the ride home of why death was a person (or a wolf).
ON ANOTHER TOPIC Recently something I read reminded me of the constant battle finding appropriate work clothes for women in "non-traditional" jobs -- namely pockets! Actually more and bigger pockets would be much appreciated by all of us. Don't give me these dainty, hankie-sized pockets as I have a cell phone, work tools and possibly a pistol. We demand equal ability to transport "stuff". Just wear men's clothes is not an answer unless you've never noticed the way your pancakes are stacked; fems and mens are shaped differently. Fact of life. Steel-toed boots were basically men's shoes in smaller sizes and did those suckers ever hurt. Try climbing up the side of a building or tank, up on a deck or in and out of a trench on one of those alternating tread "boat-ladders or conventional ladder for that matter. One develops strong arms and wrists in a desperate attempt to stall the fall so to speak. Hard hats were worn with bandannas wrapped around our heads to provide more girth for the suspension system to cling to. And hanging pens off the neckline of one's shirt or the breast pocket (oops no pockets) was not an option so often I did not have a free hand.
Well we have a vocabulary review and a spelling list to prepare for school tomorrow. Oh I really do not miss those days - lol. He needs to explain the difference between between debris and rubble and use them in a sentence as he describes the aftermath of an earthqake. How weird and relevant is that? Peace out 💛💙
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