Thanks to our son Benjamin, we have 5 Grandkids.
And, thanks to being slow coming up with a reasonable excuse, we’ve had our 2 oldest granddaughters visiting us for the past week.
The upside is that I’ve been the only male in a household of 4 females, if you count our 20 dollar dog, Ginger.
Now, some inexperienced men might think this a fun position to find themselves in.
Well, it could be.
If the females weren’t family members.
After growing up with 4 sisters, and a bright as a thousand suns Mother, I’ve long known that the only rule, female-type family members recognize, is to get their way and let the devil take care of the details.
This is a trait I’ve always admired…
And, have always tried to avoid getting snatched into.
It seems, though, that my practiced avoidance tactics, aren’t too effective, when it comes to my Wife, our 2 granddaughters and our ailing, (that’s another story) 20 dollar dog.
This past week, for example…
Like many height-challenged men born and raised in the proximity of the famed basketball team of the University Of Kentucky, I L-O-V-E college basketball.
And this past week just happened to be the kick-off for the most important 3 weeks of TV programming for the entire year.
i.e.: Come mid-March, the gods of college basketball allow each of the many (about 32) college basketball conference play-offs be televised, live and in color!
And, if you have cable and are adept at watching multiple channels simultaneously, theoretically speaking, you could almost watch every play-off game, in every conference, until the final national championship game taking place on 4/4/16, in Houston, Texas…
Theoretically speaking, you could be drinking imaginary cups of tea and eating air crumpets and such kinds of things, instead.
Boys, I raised and know.
You give them something to tear apart and put back together, and they’ll leave you to your basketball games…
Girls, well to me, girls are a gift-wrapped enigma.
My granddaughters, for sure, operate on a different level than did my sons and I.
These ‘girls’ aren’t interested in fixing ‘things’ or anything that resembles getting something physical done.
Nope, my Granddaughters delight in acting out changing roles in made-up social situations, which take place in different settings.
And, they effortlessly pull scenarios and locations outta thin air and go head-on with whatever their little fevered brains spill out.
For example, yesterday (during what looked like a close ball game being played between Michigan State & Maryland – just one of 24 games I could’ve watched), Bria magically became someone I had to (often) address as ‘Amy’.
And, Celia, not to be outdone by her older sister, became ‘Sonic The One Who Runs Really, Really Fast’.
They both materialized phones, and somehow they knew my number, which they repeatedly called to verify my undying interest in events that could only have been taking place in a parallel universe.
Uh, excuse me a moment…
I had to stop and talk to Bria, who’s 7.
She’s outta bed and downstairs. Her 1st words to me were, “Pa, wanna play Garfield?”
Me: I’m considering – no immediate response.
Bria: “Garfield – Garfield – Garfield – Garfield – Garfield!”
Me: in a panic: “Treasa – Treasa – Treasa – Treasa – Treasa – Treasa!”
Well, I wanted to call for Treasa.
Instead I traded 2 games of Memory for one Garfield, if I could finish writing this first.
Oh, I not fooled by our quick deal. I’m on borrowed time here.
And, although I’m not quite ready to end all this bragging, by saying, without any coercion whatsoever, that:
I’d rather read my granddaughters Goof Goofs Off for the 5th straight time, than watch even the most exciting basketball game ever played…
And, you can quote me on that!
Another Sappy Love Song:
That’s it for today. Talk to you next time.