I really enjoy being retired and living alone suits me just fine. Life can become a little bit of a rut, every now and then. When that happens it’s road trip time. By May I was ready to get out of Dodge for a few days. Headed North to Ohio to visit Rusty and Ruthie. The scenery in West Virginia was stunning and helped make a long day in the car doable. Made it to Cincinnati just fine. Sadly my hotel was not. No A/C, electronic door locks only worked when they chose to, and the desk clerk was one evil Woman, whom I’m sure was just waiting for an excuse to Tazze me
. Finally got to meet R&R in the flesh. Rusty is correct when he sings Ruthies praises, not only is Ms. R a lovely person she is as nice and understanding as can be. Ya think that may have something to do with spending all those years raising Rusty. I met the daughters and most of the grand kids. With a special attention to Rusty’s partner in crime J.R; talk about a 4-year-old who knows just how cool he is. More about J.R.’s antics later.
Rusty and I headed for the Air Force museum in Dayton where we were met by our mutual friend LTJL. The three of us had a great time. One evening Rusty, Ruthie, and Brenda, Rusty's Mom, and I double dated. Had a great meal at the Rookwood Pub. Good food and great company. All in all, a great time was had by all, and hope to get up again.
Now to the interesting part of the story. Rusty called the other night to advise me that J.R. was playing in the basement, when “Nature Called” so being a typical four-year old GUY he decided to save a trip up two flights of stairs, walked over to the floor drain and took care of business. Apparently, he was caught in the act, and the ladies of the house about went atomic. As so often happens, the senior male, of the tribe gets the job of explaining in no uncertain terms, to the junior member of the tribe, that some behaviors don’t fly when anyone else is watching especially your Mother.
Rusty not being quite sure how to correct poor J.R’s behavior reverted to self, and explained to J.R, that pee snakes live in the drain and if J.R. continued to keep peeing on them, the pee snakes were libel to become pissed off and bite him on his acker. To which J.R. stated “and I’ll be forever dead.”
Rusty I know Ya meant well but you gave the kid a life time fear of snakes and some sort of phobia about where he pees, that will take years of intense therapy to get over.
. Finally got to meet R&R in the flesh. Rusty is correct when he sings Ruthies praises, not only is Ms. R a lovely person she is as nice and understanding as can be. Ya think that may have something to do with spending all those years raising Rusty. I met the daughters and most of the grand kids. With a special attention to Rusty’s partner in crime J.R; talk about a 4-year-old who knows just how cool he is. More about J.R.’s antics later. Rusty and I headed for the Air Force museum in Dayton where we were met by our mutual friend LTJL. The three of us had a great time. One evening Rusty, Ruthie, and Brenda, Rusty's Mom, and I double dated. Had a great meal at the Rookwood Pub. Good food and great company. All in all, a great time was had by all, and hope to get up again.
Now to the interesting part of the story. Rusty called the other night to advise me that J.R. was playing in the basement, when “Nature Called” so being a typical four-year old GUY he decided to save a trip up two flights of stairs, walked over to the floor drain and took care of business. Apparently, he was caught in the act, and the ladies of the house about went atomic. As so often happens, the senior male, of the tribe gets the job of explaining in no uncertain terms, to the junior member of the tribe, that some behaviors don’t fly when anyone else is watching especially your Mother.
Rusty not being quite sure how to correct poor J.R’s behavior reverted to self, and explained to J.R, that pee snakes live in the drain and if J.R. continued to keep peeing on them, the pee snakes were libel to become pissed off and bite him on his acker. To which J.R. stated “and I’ll be forever dead.”
Rusty I know Ya meant well but you gave the kid a life time fear of snakes and some sort of phobia about where he pees, that will take years of intense therapy to get over.
