Did you think I was kidding?

I snapped this photo tonight. No, it isn’t staged. It’s exactly what it appears to be, just as it was happening:

I kid you not: That’s my middle son, who will be ten years old in one month, eating ramen noodle soup, WITH HIS FINGERS! Obviously, I need to come up with a new approach for my manners training, because my rally cry seems not to be working.

However, if you doubted that I make this stuff up, or suspected that my blog name was based on nothing? GUESS AGAIN, for my life is proof that truth is stranger than fiction.

Thanks, Son, for providing Mommy with perfect blog fodder this evening!

This Day in History – June 30

… in 1859, Jean-Francois Gravelet, a Frenchman known professionally as Emile Blondin, was the first idiot daredevil to walk across Niagara Falls on a tightrope.

…in 1936, Gone With the Wind was published. (Prissy: “Lawzy, we got to have a doctor. I don’t know nothin’ ’bout birthin’ babies.”)

…in 1952, CBS-TV debuted “The Guiding Light”, a daytime soap opera. (Kids, this is how mommy procrastinated before there was the Internet.)

…in 1953, The first Chevrolet Corvette, a white convertible mid-life crisis roadster with a red interior, was produced.

…in 1966, ear-nibbling lunatic boxer Mike Tyson was born.

…in 1985, The creator of the Twinkie, James A. Dewar, died. Mr. Dewar created the treat in 1930 (and it’s possible that some created then were still considered “fresh” when he died)

AND, in 2001?

We moved into this house,

Our House

and a wonderful neighborhood with these most excellent folks,

Best neighbors ever

and found ourselves very, very much at home. Because, as my pal WashWords points out, “Home” is really “Who.”

Uncle Bill

Remember when I wrote about my dear uncle celebrating his 98th birthday this past March? (No? Then click here to catch up. Take your time – I’ll wait right here…)

Well, I went to visit Uncle Bill this weekend, and I made sure to take a photo:

Now I ask you, doesn’t he look spectacular for someone who was born in 1910?

I had phoned ahead and planned to arrive at around 10am. He was up and ready, all dressed in a collared shirt, some plaid Bermuda shorts, belted, matching light blue socks and white slip-on canvas sneakers. And, he had remembered to apply his cologne.

“How do you like my glasses?” he asked. He was thrilled to have finally gotten a pair that works. He said he had been having trouble identifying people “across the way,” but now, he claims he can read the newspaper those people from across the way are holding!

We talked about Penn State sports and gin (of course) and the price of gasoline. Uncle Bill isn’t buying much gas lately, though. The Pennsylvania Department of Transportation refused to renew his driver’s license when it came up for renewal this year. Instead, they sent him a letter informing him that it wouldn’t be renewed. He has a clean driving record, can see just fine, and only wants the freedom to drive himself to the store, the YMCA, or his doctor’s appointments. It’s not like he’s roadtripping to the beach. Uncle Bill says he’s going to contact his representative to discuss the matter. He says this turn of events really changed his life.

It was especially good to see him because in May, he spent a few days in the hospital. Now he’s home, and seems to be doing as well as ever. For someone his age, independence is everything, and I’m glad that he still has his, even if the DOT has curtailed it a bit.

It was a lovely visit, albeit too short, and I’m so happy we were able to reconnect.