Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Gritty Grit-too-some
So it's Wednesday morning and it's actually overcast. What is this? And oddly, I don't mind because we have been spoiled with so much sun, the odd overcast day is OK by me. Adriel is singing loud songs to himself and as long as don't draw his attention to me, I may be able to write somewhat of a quick post.
Last night was grandpa's party. There was food and there were kids running about and there were late people- all the usual things that make up a Clarke family pot-luck. It was nice. Grandpa seemed to enjoy himself and it was fun looking at the slides of him as a young buck. And who knew Duncan had his funny 70's stylish days with a hairstyle that's considered trendy right now and a paisley shirt? Actually, I found his pictures the most amusing. Grandpa was handsome and Grandma B was always looking stylish for her times. She had the bouffant hair that a certain Amy is familiar with in the 60's for example. And Rene was beautiful too. And Mom. Mom always looks the same. There was a picture of her as a teenager with short hair. She looked the same as now. She's aged so nicely. There were many cute pictures of Andrea, Doug, John and Layne and Mom and Dad as a young couple. After that, the rest of us had a few here or there. There was one of me as an actual baby! I've never seen me that young before in a close up picture. I was chubby and looked a lot like Adriel did. (no surprise there, I guess)
Before the big event, Mom was at my house. She came over to get her hair done in the morning and ended up staying all day. It was nice. She did things like help me clean the house (someone was coming to look at it) and play with Adriel and make a mother load of perogies with onions and bacon. She told me about the talk that she gave on Sunday about patience and of course had so many wise and insightful things to say. Mom's one of those spiritual giants that just blows me away. She so deep and her faith is so strong. Sometimes I feel surprised that I'm her daughter because I dont even come close to comparing. She really is one of those people who has taken all the hard things and trials in her life and used them to become stronger and more refined.
Mom had phoned Dad to ask him to bring a card for grandpa. One for her and one for me. He showed up with very dad-style cards, thinking of course that he was hilarious. The first one said "On your birthday, there's no way to tell you just how valuable you are." and on the inside "But the Antiques Roadshow is coming to town- they'll be able to give you an estimate" The other one said "Many years ago, a woman gave birth to a sweet innocent bundle of joy..." and on the inside "What the hell happened?" Both were cards that would be perfect to give to Dad in his old age, but Grandpa? Can you imagine mom giving grandpa the what the hell happened card?? She ended up getting a blank card from Ann. I gave grandpa the antique one. Ah well, I suppose I wasn't the sweet little grand daughter. It probably reminded him of the summer I was rotten.
Now I'm sad that Mom and Dad are gone so fast and Layne's boys are gone again for another year. But at least my birthday is coming up and it's bathtub week end (I almost wrote bethtub ha ha) which could have some fun in its path. no?
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Sarahstottle posted @ 9:13 AM