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Z phoned for like, two minutes, but then the call was dropped and he didn't try to call back. All i got was that he'd received the gift of a flying monkey. Wow.
Gram came to Christmas. It was her goal, to be physically rehabilitated enough to get here. Dad came to her therapy one day to learn how to help her get into and out of her wheelchair. Dad and I built a wheelchair ramp for the porch so we could get her into the house. She was able to stand up, take a few steps, and sit again, safely, and it was actually fairly easy for her to get out of the car and back in. So that went very smoothly. My uncle managed once again to avoid drinking anything at all, perhaps helped by the fact that we drank no alcohol while he was present. BUT he did get in a very minor car accident (not his fault) on the way home. No damage, however, so all was well.
Lots of great loot, which was fun. Took some fun pictures. Am sleepy and yet still trying to avoid going to bed. Maybe I'll take a shower, give the crazy kids some time to settle in. At least they're not keeping me up late.
We played Boggle and it was great because Adam, the brother-in-law, has decided that his role in the family is to provide all the lowbrow humor. His winning Boggle word one round was "weiner", of which he is very proud. (He also got "loin", which nobody else did, but entirely missed "queer", "anal", and "turd".)
Scout decided to attempt to savage Roon, but fortunately no blood was shed. She's kind of crazy when she has a rawhide bone, and can do nothing but plot to steal her sister's bone, and obsess over not having every bone in the world. So we finally just took all the bones away from all the dogs and gave up. Scout can't have nice things. She freaks out.
Bah, I am too sleepy. I must brave the fear of creaking upstairs. Goodnight.
Oh, I don't think I mentioned-- the Times Union is coming tomorrow to take a picture of the family. How quaint.
Gram came to Christmas. It was her goal, to be physically rehabilitated enough to get here. Dad came to her therapy one day to learn how to help her get into and out of her wheelchair. Dad and I built a wheelchair ramp for the porch so we could get her into the house. She was able to stand up, take a few steps, and sit again, safely, and it was actually fairly easy for her to get out of the car and back in. So that went very smoothly. My uncle managed once again to avoid drinking anything at all, perhaps helped by the fact that we drank no alcohol while he was present. BUT he did get in a very minor car accident (not his fault) on the way home. No damage, however, so all was well.
Lots of great loot, which was fun. Took some fun pictures. Am sleepy and yet still trying to avoid going to bed. Maybe I'll take a shower, give the crazy kids some time to settle in. At least they're not keeping me up late.
We played Boggle and it was great because Adam, the brother-in-law, has decided that his role in the family is to provide all the lowbrow humor. His winning Boggle word one round was "weiner", of which he is very proud. (He also got "loin", which nobody else did, but entirely missed "queer", "anal", and "turd".)
Scout decided to attempt to savage Roon, but fortunately no blood was shed. She's kind of crazy when she has a rawhide bone, and can do nothing but plot to steal her sister's bone, and obsess over not having every bone in the world. So we finally just took all the bones away from all the dogs and gave up. Scout can't have nice things. She freaks out.
Bah, I am too sleepy. I must brave the fear of creaking upstairs. Goodnight.
Oh, I don't think I mentioned-- the Times Union is coming tomorrow to take a picture of the family. How quaint.
