Lobster Happens

Lobster
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Sometimes, lobster happens.
If you send your child off to his grandparents for his first ever solo plane ride and subsequent many days away from home, SOMEtimes, you are rewarded for your bravery.

It happened to me at Chez Cho. I hadn't even told y'all about the absence of ChoBoy The Elder.

He had a week off of school ("winter break" pshaw) and it seemed a good time for an Adventure.

He was much much braver than I. I wouldn't drive him to the airport for fear of completely freaking him out with my loudly silent worrying. He worries enough on his own. He was so chipper and excited, but questioning whatsgoingtohappenifs, so at least he wasn't paralyzed by his lack of experience to fall back on. He called home once a day, calm, a little chatty - just touching base. I was the Lighthouse and he the little ship at sea.

Plus, he got to see snow, the little bastard. And ordered lobster in a restaurant. With a side of seaweed salad. And bought a present with his own spending money for his little brother.

And carried off the plane 1/2 dozen lobsters for us landlocked Cho's.

That's when my bravery kicked into full gear. Many a time, I have rubbed lobster heads with the thought that it hypnotizes them, and swiftly plunged them into boiling water. But this time, upon recommendation, I knifed them in the head with the intention of a quick mercy kill. It was hard.

And I wish I had a pot of boiling water for each individual guy, because the second and 3rd one were screwed by the cool down, and even though I had stabbed 'em in the head, they werent' exactly motionless. I don't think I need to go on.

They were delicious.

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So Monday was my update day? You don't say?
Nothing nothing nothing to report.
Head cold #2.

And now I haz teh lehmons for teh toddy.
(insert amusement here that most toddy recipes are from the '70's: c'est tout les chic)

All will soon be well in Cho-land.

And not that this has anything to do with me, 'cause lately I am a good sharer, or anything but ha-ha's, here you go:

Monday it is

Well, it seems Monday has become my Update Day.

It now stikes me how little I see of the Older Cho-boy. He comes home at a reasonable hour, but by then he's been missed by his brother, has homework, or disappears outside or to the basement. I do find time to connect with him, but being alone with him is a rarity. Fortunately, he is not immune to my charms, and does still seek out my company. Most recently, we trade books to read. He handed off The Lightning Thief, which he read for school and loved. At the beginning of his reading, an innocent question on my part turned into a lengthy synopsis that did indeed show me he not only read the assignment, but understood and was then contemplating the next chapter. And I don't need much encouragement to read a good book - 6th grade level or not. I have also just started Bone and am loving it. I regret a bit buying the complete epic only because it proves to be unwieldy. But I have so much enjoyed the humor and fantasy. It will certainly keep me busy today when I am not staring out the window nursing a cold. snif snif.
Anyway, last Friday found Cho-ville ice-y in the morning (weather-wise, I am not being figurative here) and the late start to school kinda screwed with my motivation. Then Saturday was sunny and cold. Beautiful. YC-b and I were alone with the cats, a comforter, refreshments by our sides and two packs of playing cards.
I am wise, though, and only used one stack. But what a choice! a) Snoopy cards, circa 1970, with my sister's name sticker? . . . or b) more recent vintage British Airlines, with all sorts of airplane graphics? He chose the planes and off we went . . . to War!
Relaxed and teasing, no one getting upset at losing cards. And it lasted 40 minutes. A record for tolerance and good sportsmanship all around.






From War! 2/3/08 5..."