Fabulous Week, Y’all?
Yeah, I had a fantabulous week that started out by driving to Lexington to watch the Patriot’s day parade with my extended family, then learning that my grandfather was rushed to the hospital, so my mom had to leave, so I watched the parade with my little cousins, and siblings, then we drove home with my uncle.
The next moring, it turned out that we had to stay, so we sat around in our pajamas while our clothes were washed. Then we got dressed, and my mom decides to desert us for my grandfather, Bapu.
Our uncles Rodney and Arthur come to watch us (Me, Makeda, Savita, and cousins Katharine and Marc, age 12, 10, 7, 7, and 4). I asked Rodney how Bapu was, and what was wrong with him. So he says “oh, he was feeling a bit dizzy, hes fine now”, ladeda.
So then on WEDNESDAY NIGHT, I overhear that Bapu had a STROKE! Wow, it just makes me want to trust the adults more and more, ya know? Yeah, totally. I think that the adults didn’t want to worry us. But if you know me, I am THE most unsympathetic-about-maladies-crises-and-disasters person you will ever meet.
But I think that’s because I’m always right. I am ALWAYS right. I always know when a baby will be a boy or a girl, and I always know if a broken bone will heal properly. I know Bapu will be fine. But no, no one agrees. So off they go, to the hospital, taking day and night shifts causing everyone to look like corpses from lack of sleep.
ANYWAYS, back on track. If the adults thought that they were sparing us the 3-day worry, thay were very wrong. Instead, when we ‘officially’ hear about it (remember, I heard by listening in on the phone line), Makeda bursts into tears, Savita and Katharine ask briefly if he’s covered in blood, and when they get a ‘no’, thier faces fall and they go back to putting together a puzzle, and Marc, who begins ’stroking’ his mom’s arm asking ‘m-mommy? l-like this? l-like this?’ in the stuttering manner of small children who want attention.
Yay. Then I spent Thursday doing more Tuesday and Wednesday crapola: taking The Littles (Katharine, Savita, Marc) in to the park, into the woods on hikes, into a cemetary to do gravestone rubbings, and the like.
I gave about an hour’s worth of piggyback rides. Fun redefined. I say that with a straight face.
I admit, I had some fun, but….. yeah. OK, I am getting sick of typing.
More sappy sob-stories….. To Be Continued! (YAAAAYYYY!!!!)
KiMy
