Unpatriots Day
Did you hear that? The shot heard 'round the world? Of course you didn't because apparently those Minute Men came out of their houses, saw a bit of rain, and decided to call the revolution off. Sigh. As I've mentioned previously (2003 and 2004; we participated in 2005 and 2006, but I apparently didn't feel it was blog-worthy), I love Patriot's Day. I'm a full convert. The Nana came to town for a visit and I made her stay till late on Monday just so she could attend the Lexington re-enactment, the Concord re-enactment, and all the parades with us. So, of course, they were all canceled. The battles. The parades. The Red Sox did play but after much wishy washiness. The only ones still unequivocably game for Patriot's Day are those die-hard Boston Marathoners (and despite the wicked head cold I have, watching them makes me just long to be out there too!). Apparently those Minute Men are afraid of a little Nor'easter. What's a little rain and 50 mph winds? Wusses.
By the way, for all those who ask when I'm going to run the Boston Marathon, I should be able to qualify when I'm 65 years old; I'll definitely be able to qualify when I'm 80.
As I mentioned, the Nana came to town for a visit, which allowed me to get some work done over the weekend, which was direly needed as this is Spring Vacation Week forDoodles but we seem to be lacking the spring, which means we'll be spending most of the week all cooped up. Of course, the Nana does some odd things, but I've learned it's best not to question. For instance, I walked into Doodles and Pie's room and I found a blanket tied over the top of Pie's crib, my son standing in the crib--seemingly naked (turns out he did have his underwear on)--throwing balls at a laughing Nana while Pie jumped and squealed on Doodles's bed. I did the only sane thing: I pretended I didn't see it, turned around, and walked out.
By the way, note to those who wish to give my child gifts: While the thought is always nice, let's stay away from toys with wooden balls and mallets. (My sister bought one for Doodles for his second birthday--you know, days before the birth of his sister--and I looked at her in horror and said, "You bought my son a toy with a wooden hammer? Right when we're going to have a soft baby head in the house? You know this toy is never seeing the light of day." Apparently it runs in the family because the Nana brought a similar toy, but to her credit, all baby heads are more or less fully formed.) It's not rocket science, people! It is balls through Adam's nice new flat-screen TV. (And of course that toy was the biggest hit of all--both kids love to play with it.)
Statement of the day, while watching the Boston Marathon, from Doodles: "If they win the race, do they get a lollipop?"
By the way, for all those who ask when I'm going to run the Boston Marathon, I should be able to qualify when I'm 65 years old; I'll definitely be able to qualify when I'm 80.
As I mentioned, the Nana came to town for a visit, which allowed me to get some work done over the weekend, which was direly needed as this is Spring Vacation Week forDoodles but we seem to be lacking the spring, which means we'll be spending most of the week all cooped up. Of course, the Nana does some odd things, but I've learned it's best not to question. For instance, I walked into Doodles and Pie's room and I found a blanket tied over the top of Pie's crib, my son standing in the crib--seemingly naked (turns out he did have his underwear on)--throwing balls at a laughing Nana while Pie jumped and squealed on Doodles's bed. I did the only sane thing: I pretended I didn't see it, turned around, and walked out.
By the way, note to those who wish to give my child gifts: While the thought is always nice, let's stay away from toys with wooden balls and mallets. (My sister bought one for Doodles for his second birthday--you know, days before the birth of his sister--and I looked at her in horror and said, "You bought my son a toy with a wooden hammer? Right when we're going to have a soft baby head in the house? You know this toy is never seeing the light of day." Apparently it runs in the family because the Nana brought a similar toy, but to her credit, all baby heads are more or less fully formed.) It's not rocket science, people! It is balls through Adam's nice new flat-screen TV. (And of course that toy was the biggest hit of all--both kids love to play with it.)
Statement of the day, while watching the Boston Marathon, from Doodles: "If they win the race, do they get a lollipop?"
2 Comments:
In fairness, most battles up until the late 1880s were called off when it rained because the guns of the time wouldn't work if wet. :)
Aw, shucks. Shows you how much I know about American history! Still, couldn't they have at least gone out there and arm wrestled or something? :-)
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