Float Like a Butterfly, Sting Like a Speedwrite
Stephanie and I noticed nothing strange about her car when we drove back from the Showcase Cinema in Lowell last night after dinner at the Outback Steakhouse and a viewing of American Wedding. This afternoon, however, when we were preparing to head over to my parents’ place for a cookout, we did discover something most unpleasant. And, we were quite unsure how it had happened so quickly.
You see, a group of 6-12 yellowjackets had decided to build a nest in the crevice between the front and back passenger’s side doors of Stephanie’s car. When we went out to the parking lot around noonish it was the first time we had noticed anything at all.
It took a can and a half of Raid Wasp & Hornet spray to kill the fuckers and then it took all of our cleaning supplies and a trip to the carwash to get the smell of the Raid off, but by one o’clock we were back in business and on our way.
Though we make many pilgrimages to see my Mom, Dad, and Grandma throughout the year today we were trekking over there for a purpose beyond simple hanging out. My cousin Christle was up from down South with her fiancee Matthew and we were meeting him for the first time. My first impression was that the guy was huge. He’s in the navy, so I expected a sort of imposing physique. He was even more built than I anticipated though. He was also quiet and respectful and seemed to have a decent sense of humor.
Not that she was looking for my approval, but Christle certainly got it. I thought he was a good guy and it made me smile to see a cousin who was always more like a little sister all happy and stuff.
After lunch and an ill-advised nap in the heat and humidity of my parents’ living room we all went to Kimball’s Ice Cream in Westford and soon thereafter parted ways. Christle and Matthew went off to where they were staying. We took Mom, Dad, and Grandma home and then we went home ourselves.
I watched the final episode of Roots on the computer while I tidied up the office. It’s still not spotless yet but you can actually move around in it now.
Oh, and this would be the first entry of this journal to be typed on the new machine. Woo-hoo for that.