Monday, August 20, 2007

Thank you all!

This is a blanket thanks for all the cover kudos. I am going to try to thank you all personally, but don't know if I will get to everyone before I take off for our romantic getaway.

Of course, at the moment I would rather drown the dh than romance him. He found out about an unusually high cell phone bill from the son WE TOLD to get off the phone. (One of his North Dakota friends.) Son didn't and now we owe verizon several hundred dollars. I don't blame dh for getting angry... cell phones have cost us a lot of money over the years, though as my son pointed out as we took his phone away, that is usually the daughter's fault not his. However in a state of anger, he asked me if we could get the money back on the Bed and Breakfast. "No," I told him sweetly. "But if you like, I have a couple of dear friends, I could take in your place."

So much for romance.

Other than that, I have been busy taking care of my dad. My dad is 91 and tells the most awesome stories. Yesterday, he told me that when he was a kid, he had a friend who was into crystals and circuits and stuff... I guessed by the story that it wasn't crystals as we know crystals, but rather having to do with radio. Anyway, the friend told dad what to do. Dad had a pair of earphones his uncle had given him. (the uncle had found some kind of old walkie talkie communicator) He climbed as high on the roof as he could and attached the wire to it and ran it down into the house. Then he pulled it through the window. After playing with the headphones, crystal and wire he actually got a baseball game on the radio. This was the first time his family had ever recieved radio in their home. His dad said, "Oh, you did not!" Took the headphones and listened to the whole game. The next evening he asked dad if he could get that baseball game again. LOL! Several weeks later my grandfather went and charged a real radio.

Can you imagine the changes my dad has seen... he was raised in rural Washington and they had horses working the farm years after tractors were invented because the family couldnt afford one. Amazing.


lacey kaye said...

LOL, I laughed at *both* your stories!

Trish Milburn said...

Cool story from your dad about the radio. My dad is younger than yours, but he grew up in rural Kentucky and part of that dirt-poor farmer Depression generation. My grandparents never owned a car, probably couldn't drive. My grandpa was 20 years older than my grandma, and people think I'm joking when I tell them my grandpa was born in 1889 -- 100 years before I graduated high school!

stephhale said...

Oh, men can be so thoughtful, huh? I hope your weekend turns out beautifully. What torturous chores will your son be performing to work off the phone bill? :)

Lexi said...

My grandfather's 88 and he tells the same stories over and over. But every once in a while he tells a gem we haven't heard, or one that I particularly like hearing.

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