My parents came over to our house last week and I’m always elated when they visit. We had a brilliant time seeing the sights and enjoying each other's company. I’ve been looking forward to their arrival for months and it made me a little sad that our days together zipped by. But we had fun nonetheless. I chanted in my mind that I needed to remember to take pictures of our activities so I could blog about them later. I failed. Consequently, I only have a few pictures of our adventures. I was too preoccupied living in the moment and emblazoning the memories in my heart. Or I’m a flake.
My mom has taken up woodworking and we went to a lumber shop with really expensive wood so she could poke around. I had planned on letting Eva liquefy her brain by playing on my phone all morning at the lumber store but they had a cat wandering among all the boards. Eva spent the entire time we were there chasing the cat and trying to pet him. He was a really friendly cat and he let her bother him without hissing or scratching at her. I was very pleased. My dad put the cat into Eva’s arms so she could hold him and she immediately dropped the poor guy onto the dog that was also there. He hid from her for a few minutes after that but his grudge was short-lived.
On another day we went to a car museum. It was actually really cool and they had a children’s room that Eva loved. It was a fun place to visit. One of their displays was about the history of radio and music and how listening to music in cars has evolved. They had a few albums up on the wall behind the glass and this was one of them:
I have been mercilessly tormented by my family since my youth for loving the movie Rad. I felt vindicated that it’s epic enough to be honored in a museum. Look who’s laughing now, suckers! (If you haven’t had the pleasure of viewing Rad, I urge you to seek it out. It’s awesome. Especially the part where they use a male stunt double in a terrible wig to portray a woman. It’s fine cinematography.) Now that I’m remembering it’s greatness, I need to watch this movie again.
Here’s Eva playing in the kid’s room. She cried when I told her we needed to leave. I would’ve felt bad for her but we were meeting Michael for DELICIOUS tacos at a legit Mexican taqueria and I didn’t have time to coddle her. My carnitas tacos and Coke in a bottle were of superior importance.
At the end of my parents’ visit, we drove to my sister’s house in Coeur d’Alene where the fun continued. We went to my nephew’s football game where we rang cowbells, wore Groucho Marx glasses, and screamed like hooligans at every exciting play.
We also swam in the hotel pool, of course. (Well, I didn’t swim. I hate getting my hair wet outside of the shower. Instead, I sat on the pool deck and enjoyed the pleasant stinging sensation the chlorine was producing in my eyes and nostrils. That pleasantry lasted the rest of the night.)
Perhaps the highlight of the trip was when we attended a Roller Derby match. Now that was fun! We all sat there in confusion for the first few minutes until we Googled the rules. Then it was just fun after that. If you haven’t had the pleasure of viewing a Roller Derby match, I urge you to seek one out. You won’t be disappointed.
We also celebrated Eva’s birthday but I need to get the pictures from my dad for that one. I’ll save that story for another day.
And then it was time to drive home and enjoy Cinderella five times in a row. It’s the only way to travel.
I’m incredibly grateful for the chance to reunite with family. It was a great 10 days and I’m glad my parents made the journey to come play with us. And I’m sorry, Dad, that you didn’t have the chance to purchase marijuana at one of the dispensaries. Maybe next time.
Now…quit wasting your time on the internet and go find Rad and a Roller Derby.
No comments:
Post a Comment