The Fairy GodKnitter

You know you are in Kenmore....

when a guy walks into church wearing a black dress shirt, unbuttoned nearly to his waist. I will not describe what that det up exposed.

I will show you how lovely and appropriate our Griffin looked for his Confirmation:

and warn you that learning to tie a bow tie at the last minute is not recommended.

Also, the people who sat behind us at Mass might not have ever been in a church before. The kid who was being confirmed received a phone call during the consecration and answered it. His sponsor poked me in the back repeatedly because I was not kneeling (I have a doctors note about that) and because I was wearing a polka dotted dress.

Anyways, it made for some much needed comic relief after our house closing whirlwind and Griffin might have been the only young person who listened to the Bishop enough to discuss his remarks on the way home.

If anyone is wondering which saint name he choose, it is Moses the Ethiopian. I aplaud his choice.

Talk to you soon, now I have to see if the one key I have to my new house will work.

Guest Blog Post from Cookie!

You can't make this shit up! 

• She was at a recently remodeled grocery store on the island, looking at the yogurt.  She mutters the phrase "mother fuckers" at the dairy case because they do not have the flavor of yogurt she loves.  She hears a little gasp behind her.  It's the store manager/friend of her mother.  He asks what's wrong and she tells him before wandering off.  I still think she should have told him she lost 285 lbs by eating that yogurt but she never listens to me.
• It's trash day and she comes home to find that people have been picking through her trash.  While standing at her living room window, she watches a US Postal Service vehicle drive down the street, hang a U and park next to her trash.  The dude in uniform, who is NOT her mail man, gets out, digs around and TAKES Gram-Gram's old PINK & SPARKLY pooper-scooper.  He put it in the back of the postal truck.  o.O  Yes, she took photos.
• She calls the Time-Warner to cancel service.  She gets passed around, talks briefly to a woman who insisted on calling her Miss Joan and, in the end, had to explain why she was cancelling.  She told them it was because they sucked.  True enough.
• While upstairs, she hears the doorbell.  She hurries downstairs hoping it is some kind of delivery, opens the door and finds a teenaged girl standing on her porch... texting.  The girl sends her text and seems slightly startled when she looks up and sees the lady of the house.  She can only speak a maximum of 5 words at a time before needing to rest and gather her thoughts.  Her school, which she does not name, is having a fund-raiser for cancer.  She's collecting money.  Something about someone shaving their head.  (I heard "bald for bucks" but that just can't be it, can't it?)  Joan, who knows a couple of things about cancer, asks the girl with the long following hair if she is getting her head shaved.  The girl looks appalled!  It's prom season, of course it's not this 16 year old girl, who is going door to door in a strange neighborhood alone.  She has no details about who is getting shaved, where the funds will be going and doesn't seem to believe Joan when she tells this girl that she's been bald before, it's only hair and it does grow back.  She tells the girl no and slams the door in her slightly confused face.
• I think Joan needs to call around to the local high schools and find out who sent that child out alone to go door to door with no help if there's trouble and, clearly, no idea what to say to people. 
• While making dinner, the phone rings.  She answers it because she's not thinking.  It's a dude from Time-Warner, wanting to know why she broke up with the cable company.  She reminds him that it took over a year for them to come out and bury the lines.  THAT was only after it took over a year for them to believe her when she called to tell them that her 'net connection went down every time it rained.  I really hope she mentioned how she never did get a paper bill from them but I was too worn out from listening to her tell me about her day to ask a lot of questions...
• There was also something about a fresh dead mouse and how they have to swim for safety when it rains.  o.O
• This accounting does not include real estate dramas, money stuff, or Joan throwing someone's mom under the Parents' Guild bus.
• This also might explain why she doesn't have time to knit, blog or keep up with any of us online.  Girlfriend is busy!
• With luck, by the time you read this, she's also got the keys to a new house and will finally be able to Escape From Grand Island.

 

The count down is on!

Keys on Wednesday, movers on Friday, delivery appointments on Monday!

Lots of packing done, lots to go. Plus Griffin's Confirmation is Wednesday evening, there was a regatta in Canada, but now I hear the crew is not going, plus Connor is back in Elmira late on Saturday, so I will pick him up on Sunday. Plus there is prom on Saturday - over here , of course, and Navy boy might be in town before he moves to the west coast.

My lists are epic, but I'm dealing with it all and enjoying the progress.

Or lack of, since the utility switchover is mucked up and one of the realtors is missing.

Lucky for us, New York requires an attorney for closing and ours is fantastic and panic will delay my escape from this island of lost souls (Gary loves that movie) and really, the more exciting news is that Connor will be back with us for a few weeks*.

Connor spent the past few days in Crete (and is back in Greece) and has told me that he felt his soul transform in the process. I know that the Instagram photos show him looking healthy, grown and so content.

Yesterday was Mothers Day - and I don't celebrate it at all, since motherhood does not make a woman/person anymore special than a non mother - but it was a day to feel that knowing and mothering these boys has been worth it.

However, I did tell Griffin (when he told me how wonderful I am) that someday I am sure he will meet someone just as great as me, but she will be too tired to go out with him.

Anyways, before I go back to packing boxes and waiting for a call, Socks!:

You may have seen these here, but I may have the color right:

Perfect with lime green pants!

Also:

Still okay with the pants.

&:

Maybe not as good with the green, but the socks, as always, are lovely, fun and will be hand carried across the river to their new home.

 

* He will return to school for June and July on a paid summer research/intership gig.