I have just found out why she left me alone one night......in a rain storm.
JFK Jr's Birthday party. Yes, she traveled 800 miles in a driving rain storm....on Rt 128 (For those outside Ma.....It's the busiest death trap of Rt95, especially on a Fri)..... by herself...took her 17 hours. No food, no beverage...not even wine in the car. As she traveled the 900 miles in the death defying trip......praying....hoping she would get there with her offerings (gifts). NOTHING stopped her.....nope she kept going. Come %$@@#$ or high water (which it was) SHE was going to attend. Everyone was going to be there even Grammy and Pa. That sounds a familiar....oh yes ......Little House on the Prairie...."Pa". Grammy and Pa live outside the country....in Maine...you need a passport to see them.
SHE drove and drove crossing mountains, streams and rivers...her offerings safely stowed as well as the decadent cheesecake...strapped in with bungy cords. With the hypnotic wipers squeaking she gripped the wheel pretended she was in France...driving to George in Italy ..............and made it.
Upon arrival.....with hair quite frizzy, mascara smudged (yes, a special occasion so she splurged with mascara), NO lip gloss, and soaking wet, she stumbles to the door...winds whipping, rain driving on her face.........Yes! There they were..........all the cast of characters were warm, safe and dry inside The Cleavers house...... The Pigeon, The Felons, a wet Spaniel, a terrified cat,,,,(whom I will NEVER meet), the entire flock of pigeons and yet more Cherubs. There were Cherubs EVERYWHERE...all lively and full of conversation....all girls. My poor Little Cherub (Danny.....)...... I understand why he went upstairs to play the trumpet....completely understand!
As dinner began The Lady saw The Cherubs all line up and politely get their food then finding their own spot to eat demurely. How sweet.........THEN she noticed...their plates.....oh my goodness.....every single one of them had selected the same thing......macaroni and chocolate covered strawberries! THAT WAS ALL! Someone must be supervising and will require a vegetable or meat! SOMEONE! Not a soul.
At this point I am sure you can guess where the elders were.....in the kitchen.....at the bar. Every single one! Even Grammy and Pa. As all The Cherubs ate..the supervising elders brought out lots of food...with meat and vegetable. The Cherubs continued to devour their starch and chocolate. Games were played, food was eaten, and drinks were flowing. Next all The Cherubs proceeded to eat cake. Clearly they needed more....... Some even conned seconds. As quickly as the sugar high kicked in......they left. Seeing them stream out of the house was like watching an ant hill explode. She drove 950 miles home.....in the rain...........took her 22 hours...to make sure I was OK. Well.....I was.........no sugar.....no macaroni........but warm safe and dry....in peace and quiet. Here is the brood............with Grammy and Pa............
Remember I said there were games? It was Jeopardy.....and here are the two teams. Please note....the team on the left...looks rational...the team on the right.....wine glass holding bookends!
2 comments:
Oh Annie Grace, I wish you could have been here. Not only to keep her company during the 17-22 hour long rides up and back (because she was instead calling me to ask about exit numbers on the highway so she could count them down - clearly bored out of her mind, poor thing), but to meet this cast of characters. I believe you could have contributed to the Jeopardy team as well, since The Lady talks about us so much you'd probably know most of the JFK-based trivia we had. And of course, you could have met Manny...and Bailey the puppy. There was a lot going on over here. Tell The Lady again how happy we were she came up to the Cleaver's for the celebration. She is so entertaining - thanks for letting us have her for the night.
Love always,
June Cleaver (aka Auntie Deb)
Hey Cat, what's with all the ...................'s? Are they for dramatic 'paws'? Oh lordy, I do crack myself up.
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