Month: June 2008

More bad in a good way

Grandma and I had been talking Saturday about the kazoo marching band I’ve joined, so when I went to her place for dinner last night, I took a couple of kazoos with me. Her table was next to last for serving this week, so we had plenty of time to visit. After a while, she picked up a kazoo and said, “What’s this?”

“It’s a kazoo.”

“What do you do with it?”

“You hum into it and it makes musical sounds. Well, sort-of-musical sounds.”

She put the diaphragm part up to her mouth and tried to blow. “No!” I said. “If you get that wet, it won’t work anymore.” She put the end in her mouth and started making noises.

“You sound like a calf in distress,” said one of the tablemates. Grandma kept blowing. I think she was doing what she thought was a tune, but it wasn’t anything I could recognize. I picked up the other kazoo and, when she stopped, started humming out, “You Are My Sunshine.”

The tablemates laughed with delight and started singing along, at the top of their lungs. Grandma joined in on the kazoo and wasn’t doing too badly, so I switched to harmony (although she changed keys about every three bars). The table next to Grandma’s started clapping along and pretty soon the entire front half of the dining room was involved. Grandma didn’t seem to realize anybody else was paying attention (or how much noise we were making) until she quit. Then she looked around and said, “Oh, dear.”

I’m sure she’ll have forgotten how to play it by this morning, and will wreck the waxed-paper bit that makes it work. But I left both kazoos with her. Just in case. 🙂

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#$%! wildlife!

I shouldn’t need to comment on either of these. I walked out on the deck and shouted at him (her, I think; too small for a him) and he just stared me in the eye. Geez! Does nothing have any respect anymore?!?
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This one shot through window and screen. Don’t know what the streaky things are. Cheeky bastard.
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Good news, bad news

Best news: Snaotheus FINALLY asked KrisDi to marry him. Now I will have an actual, official DIL rather than a PFDIL and a VDIL.

Good news: One squirrel down, one to go, and potentially two more to go.

Bad news: MICE have again invaded my house, damn them! They ate all the poison I had out so I put out more and stuffed a dishwasher hole with steel wool. Next time Snaotheus is up, I’ll have to get him to help me stuff holes I can’t find. It’s weird they’d come in this time of year.

Bad news: The Asian grocery was out of the oolong tea I usually buy, so I bought the Chinese-only box the owner claimed was oolong. It is not. It is some kind of bastardized green tea. He probably figured the stupid round-eyes wouldn’t know the difference. I have yet to taste it.

Good news: My physical therapist was amazed at the improvement this a.m., before she started beating me with steel bars again. I was unaware it was possible to squeeze your shoulders this far back. Now I must get more ice.

Bad news: The exercise machine she recommended I replace mine with when it dies costs $4,000. Yeah, right.

Bad news: I filled up my tiny little 12-gal gas tank this a.m. with 11.5 gallons of distilled petroleum product. It cost damn near $50.

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