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A Nice Quiet Evening Spent Being A Fish
May. 23rd, 2012 11:39 amYesterday I came home from work somewhat bedraggled. My back has been voicing its displeasure again lately, and I just wanted to sit down, relax, and maybe work a few stations on the radio.
So, of course, here came the Igors wanting to play with Grandpa now that he's home. I really hate to shoo them out of the bedroom. I remember being happy to see my father when he got off the bus from work, so why shouldn't they be happy when I get home?
I do have to admit, though, that when Daddy came home the first thing I did wasn't to ask him if I could play on his laptop or phone.
Igor the Older has taken to surfing YouTube, primarily as far as I can tell for clips of Justin Bieber singing "Boyfriend." I'm not all that impressed, but 'twas ever thus. I remember my sisters reading articles in 16 and Tiger Beat about who was cuter, Davy Jones or Paul (you didn't have to ask "Paul who"), which eventually morphed into Donny Osmond vs. Michael Jackson with a little Robert Redford thrown in.
She seems to think that if she puts on her headphones no one can hear her sing. She is wrong about this.
Eventually Igor the Older got a couple of chapters of the latest Junie B. Jones book and went off to bed. I put on some Igor Kipnis for bedtime music. She usually asks for Taylor Swift, but I like mixing it up a little bit. I don't mind that she listens to Taylor Swift - she's a very good songwriter and has a pleasant voice that she knows how to use - but I want her to know that there's other stuff out there too. Sometimes it's Heather Dale or Sooj Tucker; sometimes it's Bela Fleck's Perpetual Motion album or some Scarlatti.
So anyway there's harpsichord music playing in the background and in comes Igor the Younger with a couple of foot-tall Transformer toys. I get to play with Bumblebee while he plays with something that I think is called Crash. It's a police car that actually transforms (the Bumblebee is fixed in form and doesn't do any transforming). We fight monster teddy bears, and then we fight each other which doesn't last very long because it tends to bang up knuckles.
About that time he spots the discarded headphones on the bed. "Grandpa, you're a fish," he informs me as he throws the headphone cord over the side of the bed. I've never played this game before but the rules are pretty easy to figure out.
I put the headphone plug between my lips. "Mmmm," I say. "Tastes like worm." He gives the cord a tug and the cord goes sailing back onto the bed. "Ha ha," I taunt, "got away." This is great fun and we do it a few more times. About the third or fourth time he managed to hit the banjo head with the plug, which made a great sound. After that he started aiming for the banjo and hit it a few more times.
Pretty soon I decided I was tired of being caught, so the next time the cord came over the side of the bed I grabbed Bumblebee, wrapped the cord around his arm and tossed him up on the bed. Crash soon followed. After that I decided I was a shark and when he caught me I jumped up onto the bed and started eating his toes.
Then it was bedtime for both of us, and amazingly he went right to sleep.
And that was my evening, mostly, except for the part where I think I might have fixed the problem I've been having with the RAID array but I'm not yet sure.
So, of course, here came the Igors wanting to play with Grandpa now that he's home. I really hate to shoo them out of the bedroom. I remember being happy to see my father when he got off the bus from work, so why shouldn't they be happy when I get home?
I do have to admit, though, that when Daddy came home the first thing I did wasn't to ask him if I could play on his laptop or phone.
Igor the Older has taken to surfing YouTube, primarily as far as I can tell for clips of Justin Bieber singing "Boyfriend." I'm not all that impressed, but 'twas ever thus. I remember my sisters reading articles in 16 and Tiger Beat about who was cuter, Davy Jones or Paul (you didn't have to ask "Paul who"), which eventually morphed into Donny Osmond vs. Michael Jackson with a little Robert Redford thrown in.
She seems to think that if she puts on her headphones no one can hear her sing. She is wrong about this.
Eventually Igor the Older got a couple of chapters of the latest Junie B. Jones book and went off to bed. I put on some Igor Kipnis for bedtime music. She usually asks for Taylor Swift, but I like mixing it up a little bit. I don't mind that she listens to Taylor Swift - she's a very good songwriter and has a pleasant voice that she knows how to use - but I want her to know that there's other stuff out there too. Sometimes it's Heather Dale or Sooj Tucker; sometimes it's Bela Fleck's Perpetual Motion album or some Scarlatti.
So anyway there's harpsichord music playing in the background and in comes Igor the Younger with a couple of foot-tall Transformer toys. I get to play with Bumblebee while he plays with something that I think is called Crash. It's a police car that actually transforms (the Bumblebee is fixed in form and doesn't do any transforming). We fight monster teddy bears, and then we fight each other which doesn't last very long because it tends to bang up knuckles.
About that time he spots the discarded headphones on the bed. "Grandpa, you're a fish," he informs me as he throws the headphone cord over the side of the bed. I've never played this game before but the rules are pretty easy to figure out.
I put the headphone plug between my lips. "Mmmm," I say. "Tastes like worm." He gives the cord a tug and the cord goes sailing back onto the bed. "Ha ha," I taunt, "got away." This is great fun and we do it a few more times. About the third or fourth time he managed to hit the banjo head with the plug, which made a great sound. After that he started aiming for the banjo and hit it a few more times.
Pretty soon I decided I was tired of being caught, so the next time the cord came over the side of the bed I grabbed Bumblebee, wrapped the cord around his arm and tossed him up on the bed. Crash soon followed. After that I decided I was a shark and when he caught me I jumped up onto the bed and started eating his toes.
Then it was bedtime for both of us, and amazingly he went right to sleep.
And that was my evening, mostly, except for the part where I think I might have fixed the problem I've been having with the RAID array but I'm not yet sure.
