"May you live in interesting times." (Coudert) Blessing or curse? I don't think I can take any more damn interesting times.
Beats arguing with the help. Or service that is both slow and bad. Those excruciating experiences after a bouncy hostess has you seated. Then long wait for anyone. Then long wait for water-long wait for taking drink order-long wait for getting drink-long wait for taking order-long wait to get said order...wrong. Where we deliberately trip a passing server to receive food any food after a lonnnngggg wait. "No, I'm pretty sure I didn't order goat cheese, but I am really positive I said no to goat roast hash surprise." "Chef's surprise for dessert in a seafood restaurant is a definite pass. "And no, I am not paying for the table that I nodded politely to when seated...wait they're getting away!" Dine and dash is on you buddy. Then the server with more energy than shown throughout the dining ordeal scrambling after you to protest the "change" you left as a disincentive and hint to get out of the service industry.
RUH OH Christmas disaster averted at the 11th hour. JP has been suffering that teenage bane - braces - for the past year which is crucial to the story. Picked him up Monday for a couple hours to wrap presents and help Nana decorate sugar cookies (news flash-he participated gamely, but said it wasn't his favorite activity). He was hoping bowling was on the agenda. Darn they grow up too fast. Anyway at 10 am he has not had breakfast yet, of course, and we stop at McD's. In line at the drive-through I hear an "Oh no" from the back seat. He apparently just broke his expander/retainer-pandemonium ensues (not really). Ruh oh. Monday before the holiday. Texted his Mom and explained said disaster. Her one-word response "Super" which kind of sums it up. She's working but manages to get in touch with the Ortho while he munches his sausage mcmuffin w/o said dental appliance.
Can you make an 11:20 appointment at the Docs? Sure, no problem. He gets examined, measured and an appt for 4:20 to get rewired. Since the office is closed after Monday until January 2, it was a freakin' madhouse in the office of teenage angst and nubie drivers with an ice storm a'coming. His Mother met us at 4:30 so we didn't have to make a delivery. She texted a couple of hours later and said that evening one of his "baby" molars popped out-no doubt from the stronger pressure from the new expander. She stated she was quite "over" her son's oral issues at this point. LOL. Holidays always have at least one memorable moment. Though the boy was convinced he was going to be in trouble, get yelled at and this would kibosh any Christmas gifts. None of which happened, however. Half the kids in the doc's office were probably getting something tightened, installed or fixed but JP is the drama kid.
Christmas Dinner was lasagna at the daughter and s-i-l's house. He loves turkey but is never satisfied with his efforts for juiciness, so he sticks with what he knows. All I care about is we don't have to get ready for, entertain, cook and clean up after the horde. Cool. No white elephant game however as the s-i-l believes the rules are complicated and never adhered to. He is insisting on a notarized set of rules for next year. Pooh-what fun is that? Still remember Dad dancing around and shaking each unknown gift to pick the best one. Hilarious. Especially when he picked the gift, he brought the year before the following year. He did not remember, but he thought it was an awesome choice showing great taste and imagination. You think? Only he would think a newsboy cap was the height of fashion.
(Charlie Brown) "You know how I always dread the whole year? Well, this time I'm only going to dread one day at a time" In the world of marmalade and billionaires what choice do we have? Keep fighting. But first we toast.
Happy New Beer or any other happy libation you fancy... Peace, and we do need Peace, out 💚 💛💙
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