My grandfather passed when I was seven and a half years old. I don’t really remember a lot about him except that he smelled like beer and cigarettes most of the time. He liked tousling my hair and called me his “wee rabbit.” His Irish accent came back when he was drunk, which was a lot. And he had some odd sayings I didn’t understand until I was much older.
“Ah, it’s gettin’ ahn yeer tits ain’t it, Séan lad?” was one of them. This was invariably followed by my grandmother exclaiming, “Walter!” Her way of warning him to watch his language around the wee one. It wasn’t until I was an adult that I remembered him saying this and realized what he meant: That something was annoying as hell.
AB, 2024-11-19
AB, 2024-11-19
There is one thing that is annoying as hell right now and it is the fucking weather. I just needed it to hold off for one more goddamned week and it did not. I’m down to one last nerve and this weather is standing on it. I purchased a used fifth wheel trailer this month (which I aptly named The Roll Model) and it was going to be delivered this week.
It was supposed to arrive today except that now it isn’t because it’s cold, icy, and there is goddamn snow everywhere. It’s a 1999 Frontier W243, 22.5 foot fifth wheel and it’s in great shape despite being a bit dated. It’s a good deal, it’s comfy, and it’s now mine. My new toy that I was excited to have parked out back so I can start exploring it, measuring it, and planning for upgrading it is not showing up for at least another week.
I’d also like to go paddle boarding this coming weekend and I’m not sure how the hell that is happening now, except that it is somehow because I am not letting this shit weather get the best of me. I’ll figure something out.
Is this week gettin’ ahn me tits? Yis ‘tiiiiis as my grandfather would have said.
Cell phone images. Deal with it because I’m in a bad mood.
