September 04, 2006

Spring has sprung, the grass has riz, i wonder where my grammy is....


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Originally uploaded by billyjoebob.

The sun is shining in our back yard, punkling.

The birds are singing (one in particular at 5am outside my window), the pink blossoms on fruit trees have already been replaced by lush, green regrowth.

There's a palpable sense in the air, that things are looking better. There's a feeling, floating around, that there are signs of upward trends, that things that looked dark and dreary and neverending over winter may, in fact, be drawing to a close.

So your mother and I, with a view to new arrivals (and your mother considerably more than I), have been paying some attention to the garden, trying to make it a rather more pleasant place to be when our visitors arrive. Visitors, punkin, who in some cases are renouncing their visitor status.

It is at this point that I need to reveal some information that may at first seem alarming. You see, as we go through our lives, we tend to ascribe certain ideas and traits to people. We make assumptions that people we beleive to be responsible, mature adults will maintain some kind of continuity in their lives. This continuity in turn allows us to feel that we have somewhere solid to go back to.

Therefore, when your grandmother informed me that she was currently homeless, and living as some kind of street urchin, punkin, I became concerned. She quickly reassured me that she was not homeless in the BAD way, but in the most opposite of ways, the GOOD way. As we speak, pumpkin, your Grammy, assisted in no small way by your Grandad Phil, is On The Road.

Not, you should understand, in any grand Kerouacian manner involving riding the rails or hitchhiking. No, pumpkin, she's travelling in style. Grandad Phil has charge of the chariot, and they are headed down under for good. Naturally, when one is leaving a place for a significant period of time, it's considered Good Form to take a tour of the area, saying goodbye in person to those you love. In this situation, said tour involves a visit to Montreal, to a lovely cottage by the lake, and then a roadtrip to Michigan, to a lovely cottage by the river.

Then, pumpkin, and this is the really exciting bit, they get on The Big Silver Bird, and wing their way here, to emerge from the Magic Grandparent Doors at the airport.

And we are all, pumpkin, looking forward to that day.

Love you,


2 comments:

rowdygrammy said...

Good Morning Abraham William,

Grammy & Grandad are in Sudbury Ontario this morning, and by the time you read this we will be in Torch Lake with Grandma & Aunt Chris.

We had a wonderful time in the Laurentians, North of Montreal on Lac Barron with our dear friends Gordon and Audrey. What you should know about Gordon and Audrey is that they are fun to be with, great hosts, and Audrey NEVER lets you leave her house without giving you provisions to last at least two weeks. At the last minute little packages are passed through the window, just in case you should get hungry and not be able to find some place to buy a sandwich.

So we have been travelling the Trans Canada Highway through Ontario, munching contentedly on Audrey's world famous egg salad sandwiches.

While we were at the cottage, to everyone's great amazement Grammy swam in the lake . It wasn't that cold once I started swimming, and I thought I might never get a chance to do swim in a lake in the Laurentians again.

Gordon and Audrey have promised to come to visit us soon, so we hope you will get to meet them. Their grand son Alexande was at the cottage also this weekend, and I took the opportunity to get in a little Grammy practice.

So ...
Here we are, on the road. All of our posessions are in the green truck, except for those in the big container which we won't see until we get a house.

We are looking forward to seeing you darling boy,

with love and kisses to you, and your Mum & Dad & Unky Dave & the puppies

rowdygrammy said...

Good Morning Abraham William,

Grammy and Grandad Phil are packing the suitcases, having a final swim (Grammy, not Grandad Phil, he says it's TOO COLD), and getting ready to get on the big silver bird. Wish us luck in getting seats. Get your self ready for lots of kisses and hugs.

love