"I
have a confession to make, which will sound as appalling to some people
as though I were admitting to torturing small mammals: Buster and I
walked out on NYCB Saturday night. I don't really enjoy that company.
I'm sure they danced wonderfully, and that violinist who played onstage
while the dancers stood gazing admiringly at her was brilliant. But it
was hideously hot in the opera house, we have awful seats this season
and we were both bored.
I wish we had gone to Grand Rapids Ballet's "Sleeping Beauty," instead."
***
Oct. 22
"Nana, singing: Our honor defend, we will fight to the end -- (distracted by traffic)
Buster: for Mich-i-gan! No Bucks!
Nana: What did you say?
Buster: Dough-nuts!"
***
Oct. 21
"Buster gave me some of his pancakes. Then he gave me part of a doughnut. Then he gave me half a candy bar. Then he said: Don't you think you're eating too many sweets, Nana?"
***
Oct. 20
"I went with Buster's Scout pack to a haunted forest. I figured he would be scared -- I didn't expect to walk half a mile with him clinging to my hip and sobbing, "I don't like this, I wish I was someplace else!" We were able to take a shortcut off the trail back to the party while everyone else went on screaming."
***
Oct. 8
"Busy Saturday with Buster: We sat on exercise balls and made little animals out of clay. Then we held a banjo concert using Silly Bandz on Tupperware containers. We made paper airplanes that we tried to fly down the stairs. We watched an episode of "Robot and Monster" on the Cartoon Network before switching to the Buckeyes game. We read jokes to each other. He made me a snack using ingredients, as he calls them (marshmallows, chocolate chips, chocolate syrup, maraschino cherries; microwave for 15 seconds)."
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| "Buster: Mom said, "He's figuring out the remote!" And Dad said, "That's dangerous!" But it's not dangerous for me. I won't get hurt. I'm escaping from bad channels."***Nice weekend with Buster, though overshadowed by anxiety over my daughter's broken foot. Yesterday, we toodled around. That's when you drive from place to place, doing a little of this and a little of that. Last night we watched a Dutch movie, dubbed into English, about a cat that turned into a young woman. I had him read to me today, instead of me reading Harry Potter, and discovered that he has lost the fluency he had in the spring -- I couldn't understand him because he was running all the sentences together. School cannot start soon enough! His brain is getting mushy."***Aug. 14Buster came over this weekend. Lots of fun: washed and walked the dog, visited a friend and played a board game with her, watched "Tangled" and tried to figure out what the plot could be if they made a movie called "Untangled," and read lots and lots of Harry Potter. I hadn't seen him in nearly a month. He said: I missed you, Nana, I missed you so much, I almost cried."***
Nana: You know Aunt Mary! Buster: What does she look like? Nana: Tall, dark, dark hair, wears pretty clothes. Buster: I don' t know who she is. Nana: She has glasses. Buster: Oh, now I know who you mean! |
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