“Was going to see if you want us to babysit the bubby today,” I wrote back.
“That would be a lifesaver, yes please!!” she wrote back.
Our grandson is now eighteen months old, getting smarter and more fun with each passing day. Where he was crawling before, he now saunters with the insouciance of a man touring a grand estate he is contemplating purchasing, admiring the architecture and the classicist paintings in the study. He makes you earn a smile or a laugh, waiting patiently for the punch line, then nodding appreciatively at your wit.
He also likes to throw things now. Balls, books, shoes, anything that he can lift and toss with determination.
My daughter dropped him off this afternoon while my wife was running errands. We played inside for a while, then outside for awhile, then Where’s Spot in an armchair. I was still tired from this morning’s basketball, so I wasn’t up for a walk to the local park, but I tried to be high-energy gramps inside the house. He was actually pretty chill for a bubby.
My wife got home after a while and took over. When my grandson was born, I had briefly contemplated being a “manny” (a caretaker grandfather) for the baby, but by mutual understanding, we all implicitly concluded that this would not have worked out. I’m better in small doses, at least at this time.
But now … this kid is pretty great. It’d be fun to help raise him. First thing would be to get a Fisher Price basketball hoop. Can’t start playing ball too soon!
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The Library Project is underway. I’m about halfway through April 1865 and I hope to finish it on the plane to Vegas this
Monday. I like it so far.
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I have a bet with my walking buddy A on tonight’s game between Michigan and Arizona: loser has to wear a temporary tattoo of the winner’s choice. As I write this, my team (Michigan) is up 21 with about eight minutes to go in the game.
Whew! I think she was going to make me wear a tattoo of our president on my forearm. That would have been very very tough to take, even if temporary.
But turnabout is fair play - if I win, I think she is going to be wearing a tattoo of Bullwinkle the Moose. What I like about that is that she will spend a lot of time having to explain who Bullwinkle is to kids under 30 who have never experienced the glory of the Rocky and Bullwinkle show.
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No breakfast today before the game. I never know if that affects my play or if eating breakfast would slow me down. (When I was a trial lawyer, I never ate anything, believing that it made me slower to react to objectionable evidence, but it probably also fatigued me as the day wore on. Glad I don’t try cases anymore.)
Lunch was a Whataburger, and dinner was a turkey potato. Tomorrow is going to be an Easter feast and final preparations for the golf trip.
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