I am ready to go home

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Okay, it’s been fun to be at Camp Grandma, but I am ready to go home.  I miss my chair and hassock.  I miss the big noisy box that brings in the cool air and the new smells.  Not all my favorite toys are here and there aren’t as many places to explore.

I like climbing on Grandma’s stairs, because I can see down on her.  Her bed is soft and she doesn’t kick me off nearly as much as Dad. But at home, there are lots of places for me to take a nap.  Sometimes Mom even lets me go out into my special room where I can see the birdies and the plants and the other kitties.

Mom, Dad?  How are you enjoying your vacation?  Are you coming to get me soon?

Camp Grandma

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So, they’ve up and left me again.  Dad dropped me off on Friday evening and then stayed around to get a haircut.  It was just enough to distract me from the change of location.  I made a lovely little pile in the corner of Grandma’s kitchen.  She came along later and swept it up, but by then I had moved on to other interests.

Grandma’s not around all day the way mom has been, but I don’t really care, because I spend most of my time sleeping.  She also doesn’t have that noisy box that brings in the cold air and new smells.  But she does have lots of big windows where I can watch the birdies.  There are lots of different birdies here.  There are also some ugly little gray things with fluffy tails.  They seem to drive the birdies nuts.

I don’t know how long I am going to be here.  I’ll know it is time to go when they bring out that awful gray box and carry me around.  That is my least favorite part of going to Camp Grandma.

Hot

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This month’s NaBloPoMo theme is hot.  I have no idea what this means to me.

hot (h?t)
adj., hot·ter, hot·test.

    1. Having or giving off heat; capable of burning.
    2. Being at a high temperature.
  2. Being at or exhibiting a temperature that is higher than normal or desirable: a hot forehead.
  3. Causing a burning sensation, as in the mouth; spicy: hot peppers; a hot curry.
    1. Charged or energized with electricity: a hot wire.
    2. Radioactive, especially to a dangerous degree.
    1. Marked by intensity of emotion; ardent or fiery: a hot temper.
    2. Having or displaying great enthusiasm; eager: hot for travel.
    1. Informal. Arousing intense interest, excitement, or controversy: a hot new book; a hot topic.
    2. Informal. Marked by excited activity or energy: a hot week on the stock market.
    3. Violent; raging: a hot battle.
  7. Slang. Sexually excited or exciting.
  8. Slang.
    1. Recently stolen: a hot car.
    2. Wanted by the police: a hot suspect.
  9. Close to a successful solution or conclusion: hot on the trail.
  10. Informal.
    1. Most recent; new or fresh: a hot news item; the hot fashions for fall.
    2. Currently very popular or successful: one of the hottest young talents around.
    3. Requiring immediate action or attention: a hot opportunity.
  11. Slang. Very good or impressive. Often used in the negative: I’m not so hot at math.
  12. Slang. Funny or absurd: told a hot one about the neighbors’ dog.
  13. Slang.
    1. Performing with great skill and daring: a hot drummer.
    2. Having or characterized by repeated successes: a player who is on a hot streak.
    3. Fast and responsive: a hot sports car.
    4. Unusually lucky: hot at craps.
  14. Music. Of, relating to, or being an emotionally charged style of performance marked by strong rhythms and improvisation: hot jazz.
  15. Bold and bright.

How do you really feel?

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I have something in common with Dooce.  How crazy is that?

Okay, maybe it was just that first sentence, but I know exactly what my dad is trying to say when he doesn’t say it. And when people ask me if my parents like Jon, I’m all, like Jon? Hmm. How do I put this? They think Jesus sent him.

When people ask me if my husband and parents get along, I usually say, “Well, if we ever got a divorce, I think my parents would really miss me.”   My father tells people they were sure I would never get married (I was 24 when we started dating; 26 when we married).

But my mother didn’t think I would ever get married, not when I was a spinsterly 24 years old. Who would want a woman so shriveled up by life? So I got mine early. And then along came Jon and he was all, I like ’em shriveled up!

Six years later  (on Sunday), I am not sure where I would be if he hadn’t been willing to marry me.