Vacation, life, and grand kids...

So, I was supposed to go away on vacation to hunt for rocks and fossils, but no such luck. A miserable attack of Crohn’s had me running a fever of 103 and even that’s fudging a bit. I did what I normally do during an attack and slunk off to bed, leaving my Memorial weekend guests to fend for themselves.  

Dang pizza. I guess pepperoni is off my list of digestible foods.

I figured after being so dastardly ill it would be best to stay closer to doctors and hospitals. Not that I’m complaining, three days in Tahoe at the Montbleu more than made up for it. The beds were fantastic with down pillows and coverlets. Even the food was great. I highly recommend the spaghetti. Yummy and good on my tummy. Go figure. I have no idea why I can eat some things and not others.

Today’s my last day of vacation and I’m babysitting my second to the youngest grand child. Before I got sick last weekend, his brother Joshua entertained us with a fantastic observation.

“Papa!” he screamed, running over to the park bench. 

Most of us were were fishing. I was up two bass and a croppie (a big one) to everyone else’s big fat ZERO. My grand kids like to finger fish, something I invented when I was a kid. I put a tiny bit of bread on a small hook, attach the hook to some fishing line, make a small loop in the end of the line and the kids put their finger in the loop. Whoot! A fishing pole you don’t have to untangle.  

Back to the story…

“Papa!” Josh screams.

“What’s up bud?” says my husband.

Josh can hardly breathe he’s so excited. “I saw a school of fish, no it was bigger than a school—it was an ACADAMY!”

The whole group of adults burst out laughing. Josh didn’t see the humor, but we did. Now I don’t often share bits of my grand kids’ lives, but this one is a keeper.

Stay tuned for the winner of Crescent Moon Press’ Memorial Day Blogathon. It should be out today or tomorrow at www.crescentmoonpress.com.

Happy reading!