For the Christmas season it is our pleasure to entertain Abby’s daughter Chele, her husband Tom, and our grandson Paul. As many of my friends know, I have decided that my grandson should call me “that grimy chap with the ill-fitting trousers.” But since Paul is just an infant, we are simply working on getting him to say “Grimy.” Part of that has been that all the Christmas gifts were tagged “From Granny and Grimy.”
Add to that the fact that Abby asked me to dress as Santa Claus and the whole Christmas Day celebration got pretty funny.
Then today as the ladies and baby napped, Tom and I went down to the pond to do some tactical shooting. We only brought .22s, which we thought would be funner and less likely to wake those resting. We ended up having a terrific time, including shooting some cans of expired soup I cleaned out of the pantry earlier this week, and shooting some old jugs of iced tea. At the end of the day we laid out a tactical assault course and ran it several times, often with Tom running as fast as he could from one station to the next with me behind him shouting, “Move! Move! Move!”