I have been in Connecticut for a week taking care of my grandkids while my daughter and son-in-law have fun in the sun in COSTA RICA! Pat's company awarded him (and his wife BUT NOT HIS MOTHER-IN-LAW) a trip for being #1 in sales. They got an all expenses paid trip to a luxuriously appointed retreat and I got an all expenses paid trip top CT. Not complaining just saying'
The week has gone smoothly and I have enjoyed getting to the number 1 person for my grandchildren to to go when help is needed. They are in all kinds of activities and I don't see how my daughter gets it all straight. She is sooooooo organized and had it all printed out for me with names and addresses plus anything else I might need (plus cash to blow...yeah!). My first act as grandmother was to go out to dinner and a movie (on a school night). While the parents were ensconced in a hotel last Sunday night ready for an early Monday morning departure, the kids and I went out on the town.
We ate at Friendly's and if you don't have one where you live then you have missed a great place to take kids to eat. The desert is to die for! After dinner we went to see THE AVENGERS! I didn't think I would like it but I did. Guess I am still a kid at heart because I thought it was funny and exciting dispute the ridiculous premiss.
But, it is the ridiculous thing that happened to me several days later that really cracked me up. I had to run back to the theater to pick up the hoodie that my grandson left in his seat (no surprise there...the only surprise is that I hadn't left something also). On the way home I noticed I was almost out of gas so I stopped in the Shell station is the town just before my daughter's place.
Let me digress a moment to tell you about her neck of the woods. One can not drive from point A to point B without traversing ever direction of a compass, negotiating hairpin turns, climbing steep hills, or
zipping down into valleys. It is a nightmare during the night and an interesting drive during the day (avoiding turkeys, geese, and other cars on a narrow two lane road). Needless to say the roads around here are not conducive to gas efficiency. So on with the story... ... ...
|This is what her car looks like (well except for the fact that|
hers is much older and definitely not sooooo shiny).
As for myself, I was visualizing the kids getting off the school bus without my smiling face to greet them and protect them the one half block from the corner to their home. I was envisioning not being able to get Shay off to soccer practice or Logan to his baseball game. I was envisioning just how much it was going to cost me to rent a car or how much it was going to cost if I had them pry the panel open... ... ...and on and on and on.
In a bit of a snit over my dilemma and potential negative outcomes I walked back to where the gas tank was hidden by the offending door and smacked it. Then pop...the darned thing just sprang open. I mean, my daughter's car is a fairly new Cadillac and who would have thought that it didn't one of those little openers.
I felt like such a fool, but I was in good company with two supposedly knowledgeable guys also fooled.