The Jackeroo Files II
Last time, I told you about my
visit with Grandad and Grandmom in Philadelphia, and since
then a lot has happened. I promised all my web-fans that I would
get back to them with the latest news, and here it is. Keep those
cards and letters coming, folks.
My apologies for the length, but a lot's been going on. Your
patience will be rewarded.
Whew!
Man, I can't believe
I made it through my first year! I thought
this
was
going to be pretty easy; y'know, eat, sleep, poop ... then do
it all again. Sort of like a college student. Was I ever wrong;
new stuff just kept happening. First of all, I got a lot bigger;
who'd have thought? Then, I had all these people to deal with;
I had a hard time keeping 'em all straight (still do, to tell
ya the truth). Then, they kept moving me all around: Philadelphia,
Colorado, Germany, Muncy Valley. You'd think they'd figure out
where they wanted to be, and then just stay there. Noooo ...
we were always on the move, zipping from place to place, dragging
about a ton of baggage through airports, cars, elevators, and
so forth. And as if that weren't enough, I'm going to about six
different schools of some sort (maybe it just seems like that).
I mean, I just got here, fer Chrissakes, give me some time
to catch my breath, OK?
OK, I know what you're thinking: "it can't
be that bad." Well, just take a look at all this stuff that's
happened in the past year, and you tell me that this wouldn't
make you crazy!
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Now this is actually not as bad as it looks.
It would appear that this big guy (it's actually my Dad) is unscrewing
my head, and that I'm not very happy about it. The truth is,
I've just eaten and I have this big gas bubble in my tummy (do
they tell you about this when you are in utero? Nooooo!),
and this is his way of burping me. Now I ask you: Is this something
I want the parents to be showing my girlfriend when I'm 15? |
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I forgot to mention these guys are always having "events"
of some sort. This seems to mean doing weird stuff with a bunch
of new people and travelling a long distance to do it. Sometimes
this is accompanied by peculiar objects. This, apparently, is
something called "Christmas", and the large green thing
is called a Christmas tree. We had to travel to Philadelphia
for this in the car, and there were lots of people I just met,
and a lot of colorful stuff ... and they're doing this to me
at the tender age of two weeks! Oh, yeah; that's
Mom holding me. |
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But it's OK, in that some of these people are pretty nice (well,
all of them, if the truth be known). This is Lynn, and
she's my aunt (whatever that means). She loves to cluck over
me, as you can see. The furry cute one on the right is not me;
I'm the chubby little bundle with the goofy hat in the middle.
Lynn is on the left; she's the wholly formed person. |
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Now I need to tell you about the Dad;
he's always looking after me, just like Mom, so I'm well taken
care of. But Dad has a whole bunch of things he does, and I suppose
I'm fated to have to try these things out. For example, "tennis".
Who the hell knows what this is all about, but he's pretty into
it. I'm less than a month old, and he takes me to his "tennis
court." Now why did he do that? Go figure! Anyway, here
we are in the middle of winter hanging out at a tennis court.
He's the big one, I'm the little one. |
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Yet another event; in this case, Mom's
(far left) and Grandma's (far right) birthday. I'm the tiny one
on the left. Holding me is my Grandpa (with my cousin Cathy);
next to him is Uncle Vrat (with my cousin Alexandra). |