So, I’m kind of half listening to David (20)playing some game on his computer, talking to the other players and all, not paying any attention to what he’s saying until I hear “Ok, are your eyes still glowing green with some half-used demonic energy?”
“That’s a pretty personal question isn’t it, David?”
“Mom, it’s a 40 yr old housewife in Minnesota.”
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I’m up early this Sunday morning, big surprise, eh? Terry and CJ got up in the attic yesterday and dug out the boxes of Christmas shi…er…stuff. The Santa mugs are in their places (guest bathroom, dining room, living room). There’s so many now I don’t have room to put them all in one spot, and they’re so, y’know, festive and whimsical!
I love whimsy. Carousels and windchimes, the jokes a friend always puts on facebook, kittens. Is there anything cuter and sillier than a kitten? That doesn’t mean the house is full of little tchochkes, just that I like them. I don’t like to dust, and a balance has to be met somehow. So, for Christmas, there’s the mugs.
whim⋅sy
/ˈʰwɪmzi, ˈwɪm-/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [hwim-zee, wim-]
–noun, plural -sies.
1. capricious humor or disposition; extravagant, fanciful, or excessively playful expression: a play with lots of whimsy.
2. an odd or fanciful notion.
3. anything odd or fanciful; a product of playful or capricious fancy: a whimsy from an otherwise thoughtful writer.
Terry is taking CJ back to Madison today, after church. Yesterday as we were getting the Christmas stuff out, CJ said he wanted to go to church with us today (!), so we’re taking him! Terry was kind of planning on leaving earlier than that, but the boy said he wanted to go to church and what kind of parent would we be if we said no?! No kind! That’s what! So, while they’re making the drive, I’ll get David’s birthday dinner together. Technically his birthday is tomorrow, and he’ll be 20, but The Boss’s Boss and His Boss will be in town tomorrow, as well as several other dignitaries, so Terry will be entertaining them. ergo, birthday will be done today, or maybe Tuesday or I don’t know when. Probably today. With a snowball cake even though the German Chocolate Cake from Grandmother still exists because Bro Scott showed up with pecan pie and pumpkin cheesecake.
Can you say Toot Household Sugar Coma?
The drive will be good for Terry and CJ. 3-1/2 hours of forced proximity and probably some good talking getting done. Things are fixing to change up again for CJ. Uncle Navy Dude’s wife is moving down from Virginia middle of December, for good. She’ll be The Mother CJ Never Had for a bit. Then CJ’ll get pissed and she’ll get pissed and throw him out and he’ll have to move into a friend’s barn (already offered, rent free) to have a place to live so he can finish school. I don’t want that to happen but it’s what I’m predicting. Hopefully, because the only stated reason that she’s moving down is because CJ will be in the house at night so she won’t be out there in the boondocks by herself, the off-pissedness won’t happen, but it’s that old “expect the worst” philosophy of mine, because I want to be prepared, and I want CJ ready for it as well. I also know what a hard time he has not getting pissed off at people. Especially when they snoop through his shi…er…stuff, and UNDW is most certainly a snoop. Since she’s going to be unemployed, she’ll have plenty of time to go through his shi..er…stuff during the day when he’s at school. So we’ll just see how that goes, eh.
Cj’s visit here has been remarkable in it’s normalcy. He didn’t call friends and spend the time gallivanting. He stayed right here the whole time, except when he and David were out doing Brother Stuff. We played pool, he played video games with #4, he ate, and slept, and (Glory!) did his makeup homework for Science! I saw him do it! Here’s hoping it will bring his grade up to passing. That’s all I want, a passing grade. A 70. I don’t ask for an 96 or even an 85 (which, from the test grades he’s capable of), just a 70. This is what it’s supposed to be like. Peaceful. I hugged him now and then, and he hugged me. I told him how happy I was that he was here, and he said he was glad to be here and he missed us. No drama. no shouts or arguments or holes in the walls. Just him eating all the candied pretzel sticks and leaving his tobacco spit bottle laying around (gross!). Totally deal-withable. It’s been sort of a gift, this week. And I’m grateful for it.
