The Refrigerator Door: February 2009

Monday, February 9, 2009

favorite spots at grandpa's cabin

grandpa is a snowbird, i can hardly wait for him to migrate back to us. we've been spending summer days here since i was five, he'll be 91 this year. a day visiting grpa goes exactly like this almost every time: hit the pool while grpa wakes up, about 3pm go back to the cabin (grandpa exclaims 'hi kiddos') hugs, visit and have happy hour (wine with cheese, crackers and olives) ...play a little not-so-friendly penny poker, get grpa a beer, do whatever chore he's come up with (while he sits, watches and drinks the beer), ride around the camp grounds on the golf cart, get grpa a beer, build a fire, make dinner AND dessert, eat, (grandpa will now make some comment on dinner and rate his approval), clean up (i wash, he dries), get grpa a beer, make s'mores, (grpa comes out to inspect the fire, sometimes i build one poorly, just so he can enjoy pestering and fixing it) enjoy the embers and the night sounds in the woods, get grpa a beer, play a few loud rounds of cut throat dominos, (he keeps score...always) 9-10pm pack up the car, hugs all around and wave all the way down the lane! (some summers we manage this visit once a week, some summers once a month, i'm hoping for once a week this summer!)

this is grpa, george to you. and that's his beer.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

skatn

there's something great, in a silly way, about roller skating with a huge pile of friends.. as adults... sneakin' out to the car to share your bottle of jack, and still remembering how to stay on your feet and do that leg crossover thing on the turns. i think we were laughing too hard and too drunk to seem creepy to the young kids.