Gruff

I've had this photo in my room for ages.  I came across it maybe a couple of years ago in one of my mother's photo albums.  It was taken in the early nineties and it is one of my favorites because it is a candid grandfather/granddaughter photo.  But today it hit me.  Our positions are reversed.  In the photo, Ago is taking, leading me to the park (which I think was rare because I only have memories of going to the park with my medz mayrig) but now it me who takes, leads him where we are going.  

Honestly, I like the photo because it reassures me that my grandfather was, in fact, everything a grandpa should be.  As a child, I saw him as a gruff man who scolded me for eating the raisins out of the raisin bread and fell asleep sitting up at four p.m.  But now I know my gpops, and while gruff still accurately describes him, I know what may sound gruff is actually his way of caring.  

Not Now

Okay, so I've run into this problem before: procrastination.  You know what, I think I'll finish this later...

I learn new things about senseless things

A couple of weekends ago, Ago (ha..ha ago, Ago) came over.  He requested the use of the antique (looking-it might just be like thirty years old) sewing machine.  I learned a couple of things from that request.  One, that the sewing machine actually worked, two, the mysterious spools of thread that I had lying on my shelves had a purpose, and three, Ago sews!!  

Yes, my nonagenarian grandfather sews.  He sews to mend...his pantalones.  The pants/trousers that are probably older than I am had a hole and instead of buying a new pair he decided to sew them. 

Sewing, though, was unsuccessful.  I think there was something wrong with the machine or the foot pedal-or maybe it was the spools- but I can't say that Ago didn't try.  He used the pedal, he ran the material under the needle, he tried.  He argued with my dad about which way the machine faced, he complained that something was wrong, and maybe (???) commented on the amount of stuff that was in the closet.  In the end, I don't think that the pants were sewed and my gpops realized that it just wasn't worth it.  

I Need to stop hatin' on September

It always seems to me that the first six months of the year go by fast.  Seriously, I blink during spring break and it's already summer vacation. But then comes the hard part: September. Finally, it is over.  For some reason I just do NOT like the ninth month of the year. I'm having a hard time trying to write why. I find that September is a combination between summer and fall, and I either want summer or fall (preferably fall).  It's still hot and humid, but the temperature is starting to drop.  Also, compared to all the other months in the second half of the year, there is like no anticipation for September.  June is the beginning of Summer; My bday is in July;  I always start school in August, so I'm building anticipation for that since like my birthday; all September has is labor day and season premiers, which I will say is well worth the wait; once we get into October, Halloween starts up everywhere (as well as holiday shopping!); November has Thanksgiving (my absolute fave); and December...need I say more about December.

Well...I'm glad that October is here!