Return of the fat bastard - I must have lit it in the middle!

July 26th and 27th and 28th 2016

      I have to say totally unbiased I have pretty good Grandkids. They were dropped off just before 8 this morning. I left my alarm in the living room and slept right through it. My 7:45 wake up I mean.
      Okay, so it's now Wednesday afternoon. I wrote the above paragraph Tuesday morning and that's all I've done. Is it because I've not been inspired to write? Is it because I'm a fat lazy bastard? No it's because I've been running a taxi service back and forth between my home and the airport. On top of that I have  Papa Squatch Day Scare going on all week it's like a freakin job!
      It's now 1:30 a.m. Thursday morning. We just got back from the airport again. In a fit of obvious senility Papa Dawg told us they were coming in at 9:45 on the 28th of July. Thank goodness I spent the day getting the house ready for his and his lovely lady Joan's visit. He meant to say July 27th. We were down watching the fire works at Kits beach. We were not on the beach but sitting in our car. Every few minutes another cop would come along and make us move. We finally found a spot where the cops were unconcerned about us parking under the no parking sign.  We had a clear view of the last half of the fireworks, if from a distance. The fireworks were okay. The music was excellent Pink Floyd and David Bowie. The finale was excellent.
     We were on our way to Jericho beach to enjoy the sushi I had bought when the phone rang. It was Papa Dawg. He was at YVR. Waiting to be picked up.
      The last three days have been a blur. I have also been doing Papa Squatch Day Scare so I get to bed after 2 am and get up at 7:45 for the arrival of the Grandkids , then I have to convince them to be quiet because everyone but CT and I are still asleep. Ever try to keep seven and six year old siblings quiet. It's like trying to herd cats. The days with them were spent Swimming in the pool , playing on the trampoline and shooting hoops.

Christo

Bella

Julia

At the playground around the corner.

The first 2 days I had no car. Dan had Otto on the Island still and Chef Boy R Lisa was at work with Roger Rav 4. I was stuck like a rat in a trap!
      Papa Dawg and Joan flew in from New Jersey and were pretty well jet lagged. Dr Dan flew in from Prince George for the second time in 5 days.

Joan, Dr Dan and Papa Dawg

Julia is only 4 so Dr Dan had to escort her back to Prince George then turn around 2 days later and fly back down for our trip to Oregon for Aunt Olinka's birthday. We had him Sky train in from the airport so we didn't have to leave Papa Dawg and Joan on their own. It took the better part of 2 hours for him to get here. Chinese food for dinner from the Austin Diner/ Red Star Restaraunt. That will definitely be the last time. Since it was sold the prices have gotten ridiculous and the quality of the food has gone down.

Sitting down to a mediocre Chinese Dinner

       Not only have I been burning the candle at both ends, I think I must have lit it in the middle! I sat down to write last night and couldn't keep my eyes open. I'm going to put up the few pics I took. Right now I hear CT in the kitchen making a pot of Jo. I'll wait till she's done then get a cup and try to finish this post. Not up to my usual level of insanity and definitely disjointed. Frickin In-laws!
      Coffee is ready and I can no longer resist the smell of it wafting from the kitchen to my office. Which is now stuffed with everything from the Basement, the spare room and the lovely Lisa's car! I have managed to clear a pathway to my computer but I barely have room to turn around.

Even at my sleeker 282 lbs it is a tight squeeze.

That's all I've got
Till next time
Peace out y'all