30 Years On

Today marks 30 years since my paternal Grandfather passed away. My Dad and I had plans to visit the grave and go to lunch, but he canceled at the last minute. So after school I took the Centerpieces to visit the grave. They were reluctant, saying they'd never met him. "You're just a link in a chain. Someday you'll be worm food, and your great-Grandkids will complain about the same thing, and God willing your Grandson will tell them how much he loved his Grandpa Smiley and make them go. So you're going."

The Crazies

Watching "The Crazies" with the Centerpieces, which admittedly makes me an awful Dad. But in fairness it's a creepy, well done horror film and doggone it my kids deserve the best.

Sweet Revenge

While the boss was volunteering I took the #Centerpieces to dance class. Lulu  had been a disrespectful bear for most of the afternoon, and by the time we left I'd had enough. My punishment was brutal and effective. For the entire half hour ride the radio was tuned to church hymns. Not Gospel mind you, but earnest Protestant pleas to the Lord, interrupted only be the recitation of Psalms. I think their ears were bleeding by the time we arrived. #thatllshowthem

I walked the #Centerpieces home from school (YaYa was with friends, LK with Scouts). That was nice, but the day itself is riddled with unwarranted anxiety . . .

A TV Review

Listening to the Centerpieces debate and break down an episode of Avatar: The Last Airbender for the zillioneth time. I've been in college English classes with less insightful, strident analysis. Andddddd, now that I typed that, they are raising their voices and threatening to brawl. Sigh.