this past week
"my little" sister
[she's 42 ...i mean 39 ...i mean younger]
has been in town with her husband MR C and the kids
we (me, M and the kids cm & the a-m)
catch a
jays game on tuesday
our experience being heightened by
the heckler
in our section
why the hell a body would heckle a third base coach
is beyond me
but i suppose like any artiste worth their paint
its not the medium its the result
it was
impossible not to hear him
imagine yourself in a room with
2 tv'sone playing a news broadcast of
impending doom
and the other playing
pornography
i cant speak for anyone else but me
but when the bomb drops
im thinking
"no body told me!!"
anyhoo
security tries to kick him out
and as irritatingly irrascible as he is
he proves to be more entertaining than a
PITA
(i just made up - pain in the ass)
"LET HIM STAY" - we all chant
and sure enough - he leads us in the next cheer
"GO JAYS GO"at this juncture my sister leans over and points out
"I" have been conspicuously absent
in representing
our section
"hinske" is at bet, he used to be a jay
and homered at his last at bat
so i
muster up my heckleand yell (right at an untimed lull)
HINSKE - YER A BUMeverybody turns to look at the new heckler
i blush and stick out my chest
the jays lose but we had a
raucous ole time
yesterday
the
whole fam-damly reunited at my older bro's house
for the first time since summer '06
[minus my father, he's on a golf trip
which kinda greased the wheels]
man oh manover and above my own
re-connectionsits great to see
mom and my
sister and
dodo kebitz
frrreaky to see yet another nephew taller than my own
modest 5'9" ...ok ok
...5" 8&3/4"cool to see my nieces blossom
and nice to see my
ash's paul feel more comfortable
being part of us,
our familienot so much more importantly
but the reason i started this post
and meandered to this point
...is that
"my ash and i" had one of
"our moments"
with all of us just sittin around in the backyard
amongst multiple conversations
i hear a wood pecker
and as i am sitting beside
my ashi turn toward her with the intention
of doing
"woody the woodpecker"
but i cant put my finger on it -
dammitshe's looking at
me looking at her with a blank stare
then i see
the connection in her eyesshe knows exactly what im trying to do
hearing the woodpecker in the background
and my ash utters
"huhhuh huh huhhuh, huhhuh huh huhhuh
huh huh huh huh huh"
then we both
BURST into laughter
"grasshopper" grabs the stone from my hand
i am chuffed and surprisedDAMN shes good!!
looking around i can see facial expressions
that say
"what the heck?!"
our reunion broke up shortly after
and my little sister (& her family)
returned to
"clear across the fucking country"
HAPPY to see my sister
im
SAD to see her leave
times like this i wish canada
was a small country like
...let's say, ahh holland
we'd be just a jaunt apart
oh well - bright side, bern
for the life of me
i cannot
imagine anything being more
rewarding
then spending time with my family[well, besides the obvious WW
...i'm just a man after all ;) ]
bern shares
bv)