Day 38:

Yesterday I put on pants.  They were tight.  Today's baking was soda bread.

Today Grace asked me to trim her hair.  I knew that no matter what I responded, I was doomed.  If I said no she'd be angry for my refusal.  If I said yes, which I did, and didn't do a perfect job, which I didn't, she'd be angry because I'd messed up her do.  You can't win with your kids. 

GP hates cats.  Ok that's an exaggeration.  He loves to torment cats.  It's genetic.  His grandfather, who was the sweetest Jimmy Durante look-alike, was horrible to cats.  He would grab them by their tails and swing them around and send them sailing.  This is how GP grew up seeing felines treated.  Mind you there were once a whole lotta strays around here.  Our neighbors to the right, Eric the gardener and Ileria the pharmacist plus 2 kids, have a lovely grey kitty whole flits back and forth from their house to our neighbors on the other side.  She flits very quickly.  She is terrified of GP who jumps at her or sprays her with the hose.  Grace and I have been trying to get her to stop and play with us.  She is too suspicious.  Can't blame her.  He is an evil man. 

xxoo me