There isn't much to report today. It was the laziest day ever. The only thing we actually did beside cook was to go to the grocery store for more groceries for dinner. It was just John and we really only needed a couple of things along with itch cream for the mosquito bites that Romeo and Gia have managed to get (for some reason they have attacked the littles, but everyone else is mostly fine). Despite needing hardly anything, we left the store with huge bags filled with stuff because everything looked good and we might have been a little bored.
The entire day was filled with foosball, swimming, reading, and otherwise relaxing. It was a perfect day, and the kids had fun together which made us happy. At home the kids can go long stretches not really having meaningful interaction with each other. Ava at 16 and Romeo at 8, there isn't much in common that would encourage them to play. There are always other friends involved, and social events. If we are all together its most often for dinner, and then once in awhile we can rally everyone together for some activity, but it's a couple hours here and there. It's glorious to see the kids playing soccer together, doing races across the lawn, laughing together. Don't worry, there are plenty of moments spliced in there with "you suck" and "you're so stupid" thrown out by someone, but overall it's been peaceful and they've been forced to enjoy each other. I hope they always remember their time together and it bonds them the way siblings should be bonded.
John fired up the pizza oven for dinner and the barbecue. Romeo gets excited to start the fires and that was the only excuse John needed. Hamburgers, hotdogs AND pizza....that was dinner (add in a big salad, roasted potatoes and veggies).
The day would have ended uneventfully, but for the BAT incident. Now I've perhaps written about John's crazy streak before. A bat crazy streak to be specific. A rabid bat crazy streak to be even more specific. We're sitting in the big living room and John all of a sudden says, "there's a bird in the house." At first I don't believe him. The doors are enormous, but we've been really good about keeping them shut because of flies and mosquitos (both which you don't want in the house.). I'm annoyingly neurotic about it actually, so I felt his bird claim was suspect. But then I spotted something flying around and I turned to John to inform him, "that's no bird, that's a BAT." Yes, a little black bat. I have no idea how the guy got in there, clearly he woke up from a vampire lair in some crevice of this big house.
Now John has proven over the years that he does not do well with even the tiniest suggestion that there is any animal in the vicinity that could, even in the remotest of possibilities, carry rabies and "kill him." A bat supposedly grazed his ear in Arizona once and he was convinced for days that he needed rabies shots. There was another time a scared puppy in the middle of a busy highway nipped his fingers and he, no joke, tried to get the doctor to order a rabies vaccine on the "chance" that the dog had rabies. Even after the doc tried to explain that the vaccine involved a big ass needle in your stomach, he was unthwarted. The odds of rabies showing up in the middle of downtown Los Angeles.was slim to none he told John, but it "could" happen John argued vehemently. Doc didn't go for it, but that's how deep John's crazy goes.
So now we've got the possibility of a rabid bat flying around the living room. I see the stress mounting so I just tell him I'm going to open the big door that sits I the middle of the wall to wall glass opening to the backyard. It's probably a 12' high glass door that is 5'+ wide. The bat is nose diving all over the living room, looking for a way out. I go to open it and John then rushes to close it because he is working out in his head that, "what if the bat has already bit someone in the house and we don't know it? We'll have no way of testing to see if the bat was rabid so we have to capture the bat just in case." WTfork? He's talking pool nets and catching strategies and I decide that it's 12:45 a.m. and I am way too tired for his split from reality so I tell him I'm going to bed. I did not sign up for bat hunting. I marched right down to my room, put my sleeping mask on, and went to bed. Apparently at some point he came to his senses (I think he studied that bat for quite a long time, watching for erratic flight patterns and other signs of rabid activity and eventually had to conclude there were no signs), then he opened the door and let that poor blood sucking creature out into in the night. Just another example of how a person can "look" normal, but actually be FAR from normal and be down right bat crazy. I included a picture below of the bat....not the ACTUAL bat, but a cousin of the actual bat.
Signed, ME {lv}
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