Life’s little ups and downs.
Sunday, July 31, 2011 . . . a rough day to be a 3 year old. As you are now well aware, Sundays are slow and dreamy hear in France. The weather has been perfect and my garden table and chairs are getting a workout. These days it seems that the bicycles just stay outside overnight because the frequency of their use make carting them in and out of the house a pain in the ass. The day passed in its usual leisurely fashion with some long walks along the vineyards, tree climbing for the younger set, a bit of catch with the American Football to keep our skills up to par and the occasional break to open a new bottle of wine. Yes, these days we live a sickeningly enchanted life. We have two healthy and brilliant children, a wonderful home, both here and the States and more blessings than I can count on all my fingers and toes. This is not to say that we are immune to the everyday tragedies that make life interesting. Our youngest would receive the brunt of today’s brutality. For the first time over the course of the past couple of weeks, he had a little one on one play time with grandma. An ill timed jump into her arms sent him sailing ass first into the gravel drive. Unfortunately he caught a sharp rock right at the top of his crack and base of his tail bone. The crying didn’t stop for the better part of an hour and he expressed in no uncertain terms his displeasure with his grandmother for the pain he was experiencing in his hind end. The tears eventually dried and the afternoon continued on its merry way without an emergency trip to get his ass xrayed. He continued to keep an untrusting eye on his grandparent, but seemed to eventually forgive the droppage as the day wore on. A good long nap has a way of healing all wounds.
Unfortunately, his nap was interrupted by an urgent need to urinate and a disturbance in the man region that he did not find at all agreeable. It seems that his little friend had woken before he had and he was ill equipped emotionally to handle this symptom of manhood. He summoned his Mother to the restroom in hysterics and she handled the situation in her usual fashion where these matters are concerned . . . she called for his Father. I arrived at the scene and received a quick debriefing from the wife (no pun intended). Despite my insistence that touching it would only make it worse, he would not let loose of his little warrior. He finally calmed down enough to cut loose of his junk and his little soldier eventually stood down from attention allowing for the free flow he was so desperate to attain. The remainder of the day was more harmonious and unfortunately ended at a relatively late hour. The wife is to return to work in the morning, and the inability to sleep led to a fair amount of frustration. The fact that she has taken ill didn’t help matters any. Cough syrup isn’t doing the trick, so in the morning I think I will go in search of a better remedy. One of the three wise men will surely know how to cure what ails her. Between Jim, Jack and Johnny, surely one of them will have an idea how to provide her a restful night sleep.
We are living out the last few remaining open hours of the Jack Butler hotel. Our guest will soon be catching a flight back to the States. I hope their stay has been enjoyable. As is the way anytime you have visitors, we are glad they came, but will be equally pleased for our home to return to its normal ebb and flow. That is all for now, we will catch back up when time permits. R.
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