Mondays with Charlie are getting more entertaining now that he has a fair grip on the language. I can no longer claim Nana dumbness. I just have to listen to him with an open mind because he says exactly what he means without the qualifiers and filters that grownups have built into verbal communications.
Miscoms still happen owing more to my deafness than his experimental approach to English. We pat each other on the head and try not to get exasperated. I said, "take my word for it, you do not want to watch that TV show." He focused on which word of mine he was supposed to take and where was I hiding it.
The water and air temperatures finally conspired to get me into the pool...the latest date since we put it in back in '98. My friends and family in the Northeast have been sweltering with our summer. It may finally be here.
Because there was no killing freeze this winter the level of organic activity in the water was off the charts...I have a lot of scrubbing to do. This will be my outside office until it gets too cold to get in.
This year, maybe Thanksgiving.
2 comments:
You are SO incredibly BLESSED to have the grandchild and the pool.
It has been stinking hot here in Maine and the insects are eating us alive.
the boy and the scrap...both FINE
as are You
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