Cards on the table, I can be grumpy through most of the major holidays but there is something about Halloween that makes me the grumpiest.
I say this as I glare at a plastic skeleton hanging on my living room door like a reject from a biology department, while several severed plastic fingers litter the stairs.
I’m just waiting for the Pumpkin to arrive, it’s alway me who has to scoop up the rotting remains
Saturday past was date night & to make it all the more romantic, I brought the Wife along. I mean she was my one and only choice, of course.
I had bought us tickets to see a Country Music band called Old Dominion at the Waterfront Hall in Belfast. Old Dominion are what I call New Country, which is a world away from Patsy Cline, John Denver or local leg-end Jimmy Buckley.
Look them up! You might be surprised
I even arranged childcare for the boys, which is how Auntie Lynze came to give up a Saturday night on the booze & boys (over 18’s only) and came to our house to watch the kids. In reality my 8 year old would take charge with Auntie Lynze only being there to tick the ‘Adult present’ box should anything have gone wrong.
A little earlier this year the boys both won goldfish at the school fair, which for a month or so, took pride of place in their respective bowls on the breakfast bar.
After a few months of swimming round and round an empty tank, eventually one died, possibly out of total boredom. This was no surprise, at least to everyone except my Wife, who as a child allegedly had the same Goldfish for 9 years........ Welcome to my World.
Today my oldest Nephew, I have four in total, turns 18. It is of course a big day for him as it is for everyone, what with being of age to drink, vote and defy your parents.
But this isn’t all about him, it’s a milestone for me as well. 18 for him means 18 years older for me & that’s a little much to take. He was born not one month after the attacks of 9/11, so sadly he never knew the World before that. Maybe that sadness is more for me as he never knew what he was missing.
I decided to write him a little verse for the occasion, which he has unexpectedly printed out and pinned on the fridge in my parents house. Maybe I am kinda cool after all.
I thought I would share it with a little further afield
This is him, at my wedding in 2011
This morning my five year old son briefly broke from his Switch and in my opinion father/son protocol, to matter of factly inform me that my head was turning silver and I needed to dye my hair.
Out of the mouth of babes eh? Or in this case, out of the mouths of, well, the C word comes to mind.
Yet, as I recovered from his unguarded kick in the nuts I realised that he wasn’t to blame him for this announcement. His little mind has been craftily manipulated and to prove it we need to go back in time, just a few months.
Rewind to Father's Day 2019.
👇 I think the light makes it look more silvery than it is.....