The grandkids are coming next weekend, so GrannyGtumps is cleaning up. I would say GrannyGrumps and I are cleaning up, but I’m not being much help. She has gone thru all our old paperwork and thrown so much of it away. she only kept things she thinks the boys will like to go thru when we are history (smile).
So far 2 large 4-drawer file cabinets have been reduced to 1 small 2-drawer cabinet. Everything else is burned, thrown away or stored in plastic tubs in the garage.
We sold the pontoon boat today. It has been wonderful and we have really enjoyed it, but we haven’t used it much in the past year.
Last week Sonny called and wants to give me his fishing boat. It is an older fiberglass fishing boat with a 50 HP Mariner motor. This will be better since Granny Gtumps seldom goes with me and I can better handle a smaller boat when I am by myself.
For two months, at least, Floyd and I have spent a major portion of our time sitting on the couch on the back porch watching a couple of Mockingbirds set up housekeeping on top of the hummingbird feeder. They worked dilligently and tiringly for several days building a nest and evidently doing everything else necessary to produce and hatch eggs, in this case less said the better. They have been exhaustively caring for and feeding two or three hatchlings. For the last few days we have noticed that they have been scolding them and not bring as much food as before. Well evidently sometime this am or last pm, they pushed them out of the nest. They are still watching over them and the little birds appear to be hopping around and flying short flights. As amazing as this is you are not going to believe this. They appear to be starting another nest in a different part of the yard. You see them carrying straw, etc. to another tree. I couldn’t believe it so I looked them up on line. Yes Mockingbirds can and do produce two or three nest a year. This is definitly “above and beyond”. I can’t believe that once they had “raised” the kids, they would be so anxious to jump back in. Who Knew!
Sara, the female half of our youngest grandchildren (she shares the age with her twin brother Matt) phoned us Tuesday morning. She wanted to know what out phone number was when we lived in Dothan. Although Evelyn and I usually have no problems remembering things from 20 years ago, it’s the things from 20 minutes or 20 seconds ago that create a problem, neither of us had a clue as to what the phone number was.
Sara needed to know the number because my evil son Ken had punished Sara, Matt and Nate by locking their electronic toys in a safe as punishment for not cleaning the house yesterday. He told them they could have the toys back when he came home from work today or when they found out the safe’s combination, our Dothan phone number.
Evelyn and I both lied to Ken by promising him that we wouldn’t tell Sara the number if he would just remind us of it, but he didn’t believe us at all, so we went to work trying to find the number. Our Red Book (address file) gave us no information so we called everybody, and I mean everybody. Lynn- no luck, Mamma’s old phone book, no luck, Sonny and sue lane, Tiny, Julia Ann, even Robert couldn’t help. Lynn even called back to have me tell Ken that she was writing him out of her will for punishing her grand niece and nephews.
Evelyn went through old paperwork and finally found our Dothan phone number on a quote we had gotten for re-roofing the house in 1981. Just proves a kid should never mess with a grandmother!
All is well now (except for Ken being left out of Lynn’s will) the grandkids are playing with their electronic games and Evelyn is smug in the knowledge that she solved their problem.
For forty two+ years I have been acquainted with Floyd’ passions. His latest one is with the cute little mopeds. He has already repaired the first one he brought home from the junk yard ( I mean car lot). It runs good. He is in the process of painting and prettying it up. We currently have one from little Gene that he is gonna try to get started for him, an electric schwinn that he brought from the junk yard/car lot and he has now broght home one to try to repair for someone/( he put an ad on Craigs list saying he would work on mopeds) This one is a scooter. I can tell it is love at first sight. (looks like piece of junk, but he has done lots with a lot less in the past) I have taken pictures and will post as soon as I figure out how.
Papa 'n Granny Grumps 