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Oh man… where were we? Oh yeah! The second child was about to graduate high school!
Moving right along…
NO! I am much too much of a proud mom to let it go like that. No, I want you all to experience ALL the glee and joy I did as my darling daughter told us that there was a chance she may not get to graduate due to too many absences.
I stared at her with a thousand questions going through my head. “How many do you have? How many are OK? Did you play hooky? How many times did you play hooky? How did you make good grades while missing all this school? Where did you go while playing hooky? WHO WERE YOU WITH, PLAYING HOOKY? DID YOU COMMIT ANY CRIMES WHILE PLAYING HOOKY? ARE THE COPS OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW? YOU’RE EIGHTEEN NOW, SO THAT MEANS YOU GO TO JAIL…. NOT ME, RIGHT? heh. Not really.
But I can kinda understand other parents thinking that. We really were blessed with very good kids and very well behaved ones as well. They’re a tad lazy and self-centered, (teenagers), but they ARE good. (Thank you, God.)
Oh dear God, please let us see it through and grow them completely up to be “real” adults, where they can take care of themselves and be contributing citizens of Texas, and the United States.
OK, just this household?
Anyway, OVER. The whole entire high school thing is done with. It’s really weird to think, but you know what’s weirder? I’ll tell you.
You knew I would.
I always swore I would NEVER, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, have a snake in my house. Voluntarily. The girl child named Keelan decided she would graduate and spend a bit of her money on a “ball python“. And, *sigh*, this was OKed by her father and I.
I must admit that I do indeed like her new reptile and she is a “nice snake”. She’s fun to hold and young and curious. And, come to find out, not the least bit creepy feeling. Very soft. She has teeny, tiny scales and this is why she is soft, Keelan says.
Yes, that is me with her crawling in and out of my shirt. Like I said, curious. She eventually went to sleep, I guess, (They, apparently, don’t close their eyes, and yes, that’s a bit creepy.), Anyway she got very still and balled up against my skin, (Where it was warm?), and… slept.
As anyone would guess the proud grandparents have come down for the graduation and the discussion of snakes ensued. Mither brought to mind a snake story from years ago.
The girls and I had been visiting with Mither and Pop for a few days when they lived in Trinity, Texas and we had gone to a plant nursery. Mither and I had purchased some bedding plants and while we were there, we planted the ones we had gotten for her.
Then we were packing up her car to go back to my house. Mither picked up a tray of the bedding plants I had bought and plopped it down in the back of her car. A startled snake slithered out and went in between the seats.
Now what? Well, a neighbor came over to do some damsels-in-distress work only he couldn’t figure out how to get the seats out and neither could we. Mither called Pop, who wasn’t home and asked him how to do it and he told her. Thank you, God. Amen.
The neighbor took out the seats and we had already carefully removed all the luggage and whatnot. Somehow, he got the snake out. I don’t remember how, I don’t remember what kind it was, I don’t remember how long it took, I don’t remember if it came willingly or not. A traumatic experience, my brain won’t let me recollect? Probably. 😉