It’s been a while since I’ve written in my blog. Lots of stuff happening here in “Wacky-ville”. Never a dull moment.
Victor, my little “Bug,” has been legally made my grandson, and I get to spend time with him often. He’s a remarkable kid, his past physical challenges aside, he is very smart, albeit not very vocal. He knows some sign language, “eat,” “more,” “please,” and “thank you.” He’s come up with his own sign for “drink,” he puts a finger in his mouth and blows on it like a straw. Hey, it works.
He’s starting to use words more, and I’ve been encouraging him to talk more when he’s with me. I’ve been watching him on Wednesdays, since January, and it’s become my favorite day of the week. We watch Cars while he has breakfast, pausing only to dance a little during “Life is a Highway.” I’m afraid I taught him that. We “danced” around the living room, once, all big dips, and rocking around to that song, and he laughed. Now, when that song comes on, he rolls his shoulders, and smiles at me.
Okay, I went there, to proud Grandpa-ville, but it’s so hard to resist. He’s just so darned cute. He’s a flirt, with a preference for blondes. We took him to a Giants game on Opening Weekend, and had two blonde women in the seats in front of ours. I spent most of the game watching Victor get the attention of one, then both, and it wasn’t long before they were fussing over him. He was on his “A-game” that night.
Usama Bin Laden is dead. In one regard, I’m glad he’s been dealt with, and proud of the efforts that lead to his demise. On the other hand, I don’t know if justice has really been served.. He hasn’t been held to account for his crimes, hasn’t faced the families of his many victims. He was given the opportunity, and chose to die a violent death, rather than a jury.
Taxpayers have been spared a huge cost to prosecute the Al Qaida leader, as well as the enormous amount of money it would have cost to house him securely. In the current economy, that might have been bad. So, we close a file, dump a body at sea, and everybody’s happy, right?
Conspiracy theorists are all over the internet, saying the US did not kill Bin Laden, they just dumped a body at sea. Military bases have heightened security measures, and warnings are out to US citizens abroad. Militant extremists are probably not pleased a bit, and that usually spells trouble somewhere.
All of this effects us here in Vacaville. For those of us who use the hospital, or the exchange/commissary facilities at Travis, it will add time to the process of getting “on-base.” It’s a hassle, a necessary one, perhaps, but a hassle. Particularly if you are in one of the cars they choose to search, even if you have nothing to hide.
But life goes on… Mary is back at work, after a two-week homestay. I hate to say it, but I’m kinda glad she’s out of the house. I love this woman with all my heart, but if that’s what retirement is going to be like, I’m going to have to find a job, or something.
How soon will Hollywood turn the Bin Laden take-down into a movie? Who’d play Bin Laden? That could be a career-ender for some actor.
Looking ahead, in July, the 15th, to be exact, my 60th birthday, I will be attending the Giants-Padres game at Petco Park in San Diego. I will be going with my son, Cory, and his step-son, Gino. Gino is 13, and has never gone to a professional game of any form. I think it’s pretty darned cool. I’ve met Gino, and he seems to be a nice enough kid. This is my first “Grandpa Outing” with him, so spending my birthday at a Giants game, with my son and grandson, and one of my old Navy buddies, is the best way I could celebrate. If you’re into baseball, as my immediate family seems to be, and into families, like me, there can be nothing better.
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