Do NOT, tell my mother I put this picture up on the Internet. She would not be pleased. This is her squinting to see through the “special affect” glasses that Master’s Daughter passed out this year. There were two kinds. One put snowmen around the Christmas tree lights and the other, as you will see below, put santas around them. Ironically, mom was the only person who could not see the special affect.These are not actualy Santa lights, but something wierd the glasses did. Now, aren’t you glad I told you that?As I was growing up, my mother would sit in the window and watch me play outside. To pass the time more productively, mom would bring a mirror and tweezers and use the time to pluck her chin. Chin hair is equal to having snot hanging from your nose, in my mother’s world. So, we were not surprised to see mom pull her chair over to the bearded lizard’s cage, which has a bright light, and get our her mirror and tweezers. Mom has the smoothest chin on the face of the earth.
Master’s Daughter told me that I was not allowed to ask her what my “blog” notes mean, this year. This is because I write cryptic words and then forget what they mean. So, I sit here this morning trying to decipher what I thought was clear at the time. The note for the above paragraph read, “Plucking hairs by Komodo Bearded Dragon light grew up with hair plucking in window.” I did much better this year, than my usual two word notes.
Possibly not with all of them, however. “Does Kronk trump Spock -LaSalle-Dice.” Okay, I think this has something with a dice game they were playing. This year, with Gaffer there, the only breaks in game playing for days was to open presents and occasionally to sleep. I think Spok is Spock from Star Trek, and Kronk. Could that be Christmas at the Kronks? I vaguely remember hearing the comment and a lot of laughing, but that’s all I got on those notes, folks.
Here is the gaming line. My three are closest: EMT, JRock, Gaffer and then two grandsons, Electrician and Army guy. The gaming line was usually at the table with anyone they could corral and playing Risk or Monopoly (with two boards connected, at one point), cards or dice. Anything they could think of. They are a noisy group and Master’s Daughter is considering a temporary sound barrier wall for Christmas celebrations.
Okay, the last Holiday blog note, I promise (or not), is the good one. Ready? “Grandma had a winky in her face.” Okay, this did not happen at Master’s Daughters house, but it was a story mom was telling us about a life-drawing class.
It was her first experience at life-drawing and she was not real comfortable, but doing her best, when the teacher came over and pointed to her sketch pad and said, “I don’t think you want that area, that big.” Needless to say, the class broke up in laughter. Later, as the model took a break and mom was adding touches to her sketch, he came over to see the “that big” area and mom looked up to find he had NOT put on a robe and “IT” was right in her face.
Okay, maybe you had to be there.