Sunday, December 3, 2017

Merry Morgan

Merry Morgan getting a taste of her first Christmas season which her brother Brody will blow out of the water.
 She is nine months old!

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

The best thing about 2008!

I can almost tell time by the color of my room, especially when I wake up. The southern exposure allows the sun to slowly creep through the blinds. Today it was about 630 AM, I guessed, as I reached for my spectacles on the table next to the bed. After all, I am a granny. Grannies wear specs. In my thick red framed glasses, I headed for the kitchen to brew up my big cup of coffee. As I french pressed the organic french roast into the cup, the sun greeted the whole countertop and slanted against the wall ---smiling.

Something was special about this morning. I felt a strong sense of gratitude. Maybe I slept well, maybe I ate well yesterday. I passed up the morning paper, which I usually read before prepping for work. It must be the cooler mornings and the end of summer, a promise that is coming to the desert in October, I mused while reaching for my journal.

But then, low and behold, as I wrote the date September 13th on the top of a fresh blue lined page, I remembered. My heart rejoiced.

Today is Brody's birthday! Today is his real birthday. We had celebrated on Sunday with a family party, but today belongs to him.

A note: Brody was born in 2008 and he was the best thing ever that happened that year! Somehow, I feel like the last nine years has gone faster than it did with Kenzie.

Another note: The thing about grand parenting is that you know these children have chosen your family.  This may sound metacrazy, (made this word up) but, so many times, I have experienced such a kinship with both of these kids. A kinship of souls. Daba would tell you the same.  I am forever grateful to my children for their children!  Let the birthday begin!

This guy is destined for greatness!

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Zombie Magic

Brody very grateful and excited.  Nana, do you know that this IS the best one ever?  

As promised, I am back to report that I did not keep my promise.  We returned to the Halloween Spirit store on our next play date. And as luck would have it, Brody's 'most favorite anatromic, the very one he waited his whole life to own' was on --- CLEARANCE. Shotgun Blast Zombie had been a 2016 display and was waiting to be bargained for.

So here we were on a Friday evening (after a forty hour week in the office) and Brody and I are watching the sales person Ken in his bright orange uniform kneeling on the cement floor rewiring the Zombie, proving to us that this creepy creature still did fall to the ground, when the umm-- hate to say it, gun was pointed at the right spot. Actually, there were two Shotgun Blast Zombie's left in stock and Ken was taking parts of one and piecing them in with the other. Brody can describe the whole process. He has a mechanical mind coupled with a love of action, sound, electricity and light.  His Halloween bedroom is nothing less than spectacular. It's a recreated Halloween store complete with webs (spider ones) and a line up of less than attractive, what we used to call, in the old days--- monsters. A sign on his bedroom door says Enter at your own risk. I say it's a risk worth seeing. Brody is a creative genius!

After paying way less than he cost last year, we got the Shotgun Zombie back to my house. Brody was eager as ever to show Daba how it worked, a kind of live pin ball machine. The thing did fall to the ground and then came back up on his hidden plastic device, but that was it.  Then Daba was down on his knees (on the carpet) with Brody, both searching for the connecting wires that might not be connected. Brody soon came to the conclusion that Ken put the wrong Zombie or maybe the wrong Zombie parts in the box we had bought.

As I mentioned, it was Friday night and Kenzie's first high school outing to a football game. It was time to drop her off, so the three of us, I mean four (counting the broken Shotgun Zombie) got back in the Friday Night Nana Mobile and headed to the high school which was traffic ---jammed. After Kenzie texted and finally found her friends, Brody and I drove to the SPIRIT store, excited to get the Zombie back in order.  As we neared the store,we were surprised to see the parking lot darkened.  We jumped out of the car and raced to the window. We  looked in to see Ken counting his drawer (that's register talk.) He waved a 'we are closed wave' while Brody and I stood there feeling very disappointed about the broken creature and--- the salesperson.  As we were walking back to the car, Ken opened the store door and said "Hey, come back in the morning and I can help you."

 That night Zombie slept in my car and bright and early when the doors opened Saturday morning, we were back. The Zombie was rechecked and after some shuffling about we were on our way. I love this part of the story.  As we were driving away, I asked Brody what had gone wrong with the Zombie. He told me Ken had mixed up the parts.  Nana, you know what Ken told me? He told me 'my bad.'

It was a sweet ending. Brody didn't have to lose trust in the retailer he so admires.  And as the saying goes the customer was right and this time the salesperson knew it. (Smile)
Waiting for the store to open  on Saturday morning.

Back in the car after Zombie was repaired.

Happy as can be!

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