This picture is “Waiting for Grandad.” Left to right we have, EMT, JCountry and Gaffer. Pardon my over-crowded house.
Four men in the house and anytime that we can get all four in one room, a game happens. The latest “greatest” game is 1942, Axis and Allies. The challenge is getting them all in one room.
The first thing that happened was EMT disappeared. Literally, disappeared. He left, on Friday night, to go help with Bingo at the fire department and never returned. He told me he might just sleep at the department, but would be home in the morning.
EMT has a bad habit of not letting us know what he is doing. He is twenty, so it is hard to complain; however, I have repeatedly explained to him that it is a matter of courtesy to let the people you live with know when to expect you back. Heck, it is even a matter of your own safety, as we have a relative who died when his car flipped over and he wasn’t found for three days. The first two days he lived.
So, the first day EMT was missing, I grumbled about him all day. I left the outside light on until 3am and then swore and went to sleep. The second day, I began to worry a bit. Late that day we called his friends. Why is it no one is ever home when you call them for something really important? Late that day we drove around. No one was at the fire department. No one was at his friend’s house.
At seventy-two hours, we went to the police and filed a report on him, missing, in our car. He has had a problem with a couple of guys and we were concerned they had cornered him and beaten him to a pulp and left him in the woods. We drove around staring between trees for our red van. Our County is wooded.
Two hours later, when we arrived home from the police station and driving around, for the second time, Gaffer decided to make a library run for books, movies and high speed. Twenty minutes later, Gaffer calls and lets us know that he is parked next to our Red Van at the library, and will call if his brother is in the library.
YUP! That’s where we found EMT, after seventy-two hours. During the time he was missing, he had gone camping, torn apart a car with a friend, and made money scrapping the parts, done Christmas shopping, and gone to the library. He really does not understand why we were so upset. In the meantime, my hair is grey!!!
EMT, anticipating leaving for the Army in January, where he will be the problem of the U.S. Government and they can figure out where he is, brought home the Harry Potter Clue game. He gave it to the family for Christmas and wanted to get a lot of gaming in before he left. He also figured it was maybe a game I would play. He was right.
Playing games is akin to having a kidney infection, for me. I am more a knit and giggle with daughter, while games are going on, preferably with a glass of Bailey’s in hand, kind of gal. There are now three games I will willingly play: Cribbage, Dominoes and Harry Potter Clue.
I should be cleaning my piles of projects out of the front room and baking pies or cookies for our Thanksgiving dinner, instead I am blogging and listening to Gaffer speak with a Russian accent as he rolls his dice to defend Russia from Germany. The are figuratively spitting at each other, I am told. JCountry is Germany. Gaffer is Russia. Granddad is back in from his disappearance to my studio and all is well with our world.