Last Days

Week 4 Day 3

Today is the last day of Mellie Camp for 2018.  We had plans to go to the Lane Motor Museum, but something told me that a more laid back day would serve us better.  I consulted, sort of, with the boys, and it was agreed that doing something else might be a good plan.  We delivered a book to Nunny and then began to drive, looking for a playground.  It was decided that we would go to the zoo and play on that playground.  I, unwisely, assumed that the zoo would be sparsely attended today, but I was very wrong.  After standing in a couple lines, we were able to find someone who would look up Simmy's name and find his membership.  My membership got Max and me in.

They played for about an hour, but it was hot, so we decided to leave.  I had promised them a specific treat for the last day of camp and we had to go to Target to find it.  Lots of moaning and groaning over not finding the exact kind of treat they wanted, until, after a thorough search, at last we found two of the kind they both wanted.  These treats come with a toy and when we got home and opened them, tragedy or all tragedies, Simmy got the same dinosaur he already had.  We are talking about a tiny little dinosaur, maybe an inch long.  Now, I do not want to minimize the importance to him, but, frankly, I only have so much energy to put into a one inch dinosaur.  Then, his Pokémon cards were missing and there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.  I let him work out his anger, call his dad, who had been in our house earlier letting Violet play, and !yay! he knew where they were.  Tears dried up, lunch was eaten with much silliness.

It was then time for crafts.  I had promised Max more string art, which really does make the coolest designs.  We were also going to paint rocks.  Max found his at Sevier Park on Tuesday, but Simmy had no interest at the time.  I was pretty sure that would change, so on my morning walk, I climbed into someone's ditch to unearth a rock as close to the same size and shape as Max's; not because I think they should have everything even, but because, today, I was not up to an upset over a rock.  It is almost as exhausting as an upset over a one inch dinosaur.

Our house has become a "no trade" zone.  One sweet boy is a wheeler dealer, and I declare he could talk a starving man out of his last piece of bread.  It's kind of unreal.  But, because feelings get hurt, and good things get traded for crummy things, Fizzy declared our house a "no trade" zone.  That causes upset feelings as well, but, oh well.  Let me just say here, that Pokémon is a game I do not understand.  They have spent quite some time cozied up in my bed with pillows all around "playing" Pokémon.  From the noise coming out of the room, I sense that one boy sort of makes up the rules as they go along, guaranteeing that he always wins.  I tried to stay out of that.

A few more craft projects and a couple Inspector Gadgets on Netflix, and our last day has ended.  Last days are worth noting.  The last day before school starts, the last day of a job, the last day before a college freshman goes off to school, last day of singlehood, the last day of vacation, or the last day of being any age.  Moments such as these are meant to be mourned and celebrated and appreciated and noted.  I know so many who don't live close to their grandchildren, and that would be very hard.  This last day will be followed by the typical Sunday of boys at our house.  I never take that for granted.  Fizzy and I, we don't do much that is monumental.  We don't travel a lot.  We are pretty pedestrian.  We are extremely grateful for the beauty of the everyday enjoying our grandchildren.  They are the most magnificent little beings.