Posted on Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I broke bread with God twice this week, that’s got to be a record for me. The first time I drank from a chalice, the second time was today, during Laughingboy’s Communion. He wore a kilt… good suit-rental timing that was!
(somewhat unrelated wedding photies to show off the skirt action)
I so wish the HSE could’ve been there in the Church to see all those special needs kids in their finery with life sized pictures from school all over the walls and swaying clapping singers. The kids proudly did their bit and shouted and crooned as much as they wanted. They created their own mystical atmosphere and brought happy tears to their relatives, it was beautiful beyond description.
Then we left him into respite and said goodbye. (sad smiley goes here)
Puppychild’s already elsewhere with her Grandad (not the one you all know and love, but t’other one). He called to enquire about a haircut this evening, our fervent protests grew weaker when he told us of his reasoning;
“Grandad, will you bwush my hair peeze?”
“Okey dokey, sit down there and I’ll give it a go.”
Grandad sat quietly attacking the frizz on Puppychild’s shoulder-length mop as they watched TV for a while. He noticed that every time he hit a tangle, she’d flinch. He peeked around her shoulder after a bit to find tears streaming down her face, but she hadn’t made a squeak, and it broke his heart.
I, on the other hand, am well proud. She’s taken that brave step that all us long-haireds must take. Sleek hurts, but it’s worth it. Bravery building blocks.
So now I have no kids and I’m at a loose end. TAT is packing furiously, yet we still have five hours before the taxi is due to collect us for the airport. I am dodging responsibility and hiding in the corner with a can of Bulmers.
That’s right, baby, THAILAND!!!!
I can’t mention it to any of my friends or passers by or shop-assistants, they just tell me they hate me. It’s finally my turn to be hated. WOOT!!!!
See yiz in two weeks.