I know that I'm only 2 weeks into the blog, but it's time for a vacation. Please stop the bawling, it's very unlady like. Actually the office will be redone this week so I need to go unplugged for the time being. Feel free to do other things to occupy your time like pay bills, enjoy the weather, go on x-tube. Whatever I don't need to know.
Yesterday, we celebrated Jimmy's brother Tom's birthday. Tom has down syndrome, and for anyone who has seen "Up" he will remind you of the Ed Asner part. We spent the day seeking gifts that he won't say "very nice" and they are never to be seen again. We ended up with 3 shirts, shoes, and a Farrah Fawcett picture book. Joe was very weak , so he rested, while Jimmy, Tommy, Miss Kitty and I went to the Galleria, Post Ave in Westbury for dinner. Dinner was excellent, and there was even enough for leftovers. I have been strongly scolded by Tom that the leftovers were not meant for me, and "You don't care if our family eats". SO THERE! We headed home to find Joe wide-awake and waiting for us, so that the gifts can be opened. Tom got dressed in his smoking jacket (actually P.J.'s) and he sat down to be handed his gifts by Jimmy. The inevitable happened as always; any gift he liked was from imaginary friends who came for the imaginary party, and the one's he didn't like were from us. But his best gift was the card from Jimmy and I. It played the "chicken dance", well I think it did, because we only heard 4 notes and then he was sitting on it laughing. This went on several times and gave a much needed happiness to the day. Well I was spent, so I set off to meet Cha Cha LaBucca at Blanche, our Long Island dive bar. "But you *are*, Blanche! You *are* in that chair!" We chatted with Brian and the new bartender Mike, who seems not to get Blanche's motto "the customer can wait". He was quite efficient. "Grand Bucca" Bill was unable to join us because he was dead from being at the "US Open" all day; wink, wink! Our friend Brian was too busy trying to meet some guy, who knew Cha Cha of course, everyone does. Some obnoxious fool interupted their goodbye and exchanging of phone #'s with "if you lose it, try the 2nd bathroom wall!" Oh disregard that was me.
Today was a gorgeous day, I loafed until Jimmy arrived and we set off for Northport village. It was just a great relaxing walk through the village. We headed home, to get Sparky and walked down to the Fireman's Fair in Greenlawn. Well Sparky was a huge hit with all the children, and Jimmy was a huge hit with the firemen. That was until he bought the raffles and tried to give them money like they were strippers. After we were ejected from the Fair, we were able to get things done around the yard. Which brings me to now , the office is empty so I just need to unplug the computer and break down the desk.
Before I go I will regale you with the "Opps-a-Daisy" story in honor of Tom's birthday. We visited Jimmy's sister Claire in Maine, The land of flannel, blueberries, and women in pickup trucks (toothless of course). Claire is confined to a wheelchair. We took a ride to Acadia National Park and road up to the top of Cadillac Mountain. The road circles and circles until you hit the top. At the end of the circling road is the handicap entrance to the gift shop. We were leaving the gift shop, with Jimmy's parents walking hand in hand with Kitty using her walker, behind them is Claire and Tom who insists on helping Claire push her wheelchair, which he does with great earnest, and then Jimmy and I. Jimmy and I stop to talk when all of a sudden we hear "Oops-a-daisy". We turn to see Claire barreling down the ramp towards her 80 yr. old parents. She is burning her hands on the wheel trying to stop the wheelchair, which she does within inches of unknowing parents. Jimmy yells "Tom what did you do". Tom quick as a whip says "I said oops-a-daisy". Tom thought if he said it quick enough it wouldn't be his mistake, like a mulligan in Golf. Since his parents weren't now circling down Cadillac mountain atop Claire's wheelchair, all we could do is laugh. "Opps-a-Daisy" has now become a on going joke between family and friends alike.
Enjoy all you chickens and Tata for now
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