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Tuesday, 27 November 2018

Gramma Camp 3.3 Sunday

1. Gramma Camp 3.0! (Thursday, the pick-up) | 2. Gramma Camp 3.1 Friday | 3. Gramma Camp 3.2 Saturday

Sunday, Nov. 25th

OK, I carry on with our tale!!! I'd taped some shows. We eased into the morning. I negotiated with Josephine to do her homework at 11 a.m. Next, breakfast, then we could finish the movie we began at bedtime. Gramma suggested we tidy and pack, then we could be ready. This was acceptable.   That done, movie time!


A rainy day, I'm happy we played outdoors Friday and Saturday. We had to get homework out of the way. Firstly, I looked up tuning a ukulele! The strings are G C E A. I have a tuner, which helped. C was tuned to C#, and it wasn't right. We fixed it.

A group of students are being taught the ukulele at Jos' school, taught by students. It's for the December concert. I explained that we strum in a regular rhythm pattern, not the rhythm of the melody. It worked better.


Isabelle wanted to take a selfie in the mirror! I encourage their experimentation!

Swedish Irish Magic Viking Meatballs



There is a good story behind the Swedish Irish Magic Viking Meatballs. Grampa went into the bookstore in town. He didn't know what to choose for 11-year-old Josee. He consulted the three 11-year-old girls who happened to be there with a mom, and came home with this. Success! Josephine had accidentally left her iPad on and went from 50% power to zero, so she couldn't read her book.


Out we went for a play. We were captured on the trailcamera.


Notice the difference between the frogpond ice Saturday and Sunday.
  • Snow and ice Saturday. 

  • Sunday, lots of dirty water and the grass turned green, peeking through.




It was time to go. Grampa came down to the frogpond to say he'd spoken to Caitlin. We were packed, Isabelle prepared a snack: grapes and dried cranberries. The parental unit phoned when they made it to the station, and we all hopped in the car.


On our way, we were stopped in a R.I.D.E. program. They asked if Grampa had been drinking (no, not in 17 years, he thought, but didn't say aloud). Then, she checked that all of us, including the girls, had their seatbelts on. We sure did! With a smile, and a verbal pat-on-the-back, we were good to go.


On our way. Isabelle's preference was The Beatles CD, disk 2. Grampa searched high and low for it.


We made it to the mall parking lot, where Momma and Papa were sitting waiting. They'd gotten off the train in Barrhaven, where they had gotten on, and drove here to meet us. There were Close Eyes for all. Josephine made us recite the Swedish Irish Magic Viking Meatballs incantation. (It used to be 'Irish Swedish Meatballs' – it has evolved.


Souvenirs! My Dad's team. I remember going to the Maple Leaf Gardens.


Farewell!


I waved to you, Anvilcloud.

We had to visit our naturopath's office,  We had to pick up meds for hubby from the athletic facility. They are doing more renovations.




The big kids had a grand time in Toronto! I grew up there, in the inner city.



We went home, and all was quiet. We miss them!

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Easter with family

Close eyes!
Close Eyes –the original.
Has Jos ever grown!
First crocus!
Grampa has begun this interesting tradition.

It used to be a simple 'close eyes', when receiving a gift, but then he bought himself an Irish Viking King hat, and things went sideways. He was suitably corrected, the Vikings didn't have horns on their helmets. No matter.

Last Month (St. Patrick's Day) they had to recite "Irish Swedish Meatballs, Please!"

Now, they have to close their eyes and say, "Irish Swedish Bunny Meatballs." Grampa bought himself some rabbit ears. And, yes, he wears it into town!

There was craft beer, furry babies, some costume jewelry, a container of dinosaurs, a book for Papa, and an umbrella for Mummy. The Easter Bunny brought a colouring mural for Izzy, a fairy door for Jos.

We were serenaded, as Jos is taking piano lessons, and Izzy is taking ukulele lessons! Such fun!



Sadly, it was time to say goodbye! I had a bunch of ARC books, and the kids took them for the school's sale. That added to the packed car...


Grampa brought me flowers!

JL we gave a statue, made in Guatemala, the Patron Saint of Cooks!
Saint Lawrence of Rome or Laurence was one of the seven deacons of the city of Rome, Italy ... From this derives his patronage of cooks, chefs, and comedians!