Thirteen and Bored
I picked up a hitchhiker on the drive home from California: Our thirteen year old grand son, Lil' Bud.
It appears that one week with us is all he can handle. Texting, My Space, computer games. The life and times of a 13 year old.
Poor kid isn't flying home until Thursday.
Last Saturday we took him and some of our friends tubing on the Snake River - so it hasn't been a total dud for him. He was proud of his bumps and bruises, and the fact that he body slammed the water less often than the other young fellows.
We visited the museum today. Here you will find him posing in one of the cells from the old Washington State Penitentiary. He enjoyed sitting in the cell, acting the part of a felon, and begging to be set free.
The blurry photo is possibly his great great grandfather who worked there. I attempted to zoom in on a tiny photo of the employees that was on the far wall of a glass display case.
Of course we enjoyed the old fire engine and buggies. (He has his grandpa's eyes!)
There was plenty of antique equipment associated with wheat harvest.
This is an original 33 mule team combine...with plastic mules of course. His Great Great Grandfather (Pops) and Pops brother Speedo* worked with mule teams during harvest. To its right is an original wagon that hauled the wheat behind four huge draft horses. The guy who "sacked" the wheat earned $5 a day.
"Hey Grandma," he called, "Come over here and take a picture of this scary baby!"
Eeek. She sure is.
*The name Speedo was his moniker long before there were any swimsuits adorned with that tag. He earned that nick name in 1908, when he caught a fly in mid air while eating breakfast in his high chair.
It appears that one week with us is all he can handle. Texting, My Space, computer games. The life and times of a 13 year old.
Poor kid isn't flying home until Thursday.
Last Saturday we took him and some of our friends tubing on the Snake River - so it hasn't been a total dud for him. He was proud of his bumps and bruises, and the fact that he body slammed the water less often than the other young fellows.
We visited the museum today. Here you will find him posing in one of the cells from the old Washington State Penitentiary. He enjoyed sitting in the cell, acting the part of a felon, and begging to be set free.
The blurry photo is possibly his great great grandfather who worked there. I attempted to zoom in on a tiny photo of the employees that was on the far wall of a glass display case.
Of course we enjoyed the old fire engine and buggies. (He has his grandpa's eyes!)
There was plenty of antique equipment associated with wheat harvest.
This is an original 33 mule team combine...with plastic mules of course. His Great Great Grandfather (Pops) and Pops brother Speedo* worked with mule teams during harvest. To its right is an original wagon that hauled the wheat behind four huge draft horses. The guy who "sacked" the wheat earned $5 a day.
"Hey Grandma," he called, "Come over here and take a picture of this scary baby!"
Eeek. She sure is.
*The name Speedo was his moniker long before there were any swimsuits adorned with that tag. He earned that nick name in 1908, when he caught a fly in mid air while eating breakfast in his high chair.
Comments
Dolls freak me out, LOL.
Poor kid...I don't think it would have been anymore fun for him here - the kids have a dentist appointment and then Vee is coming for a playdate (even more little kids for him to watch?) Unless he would have enjoyed watching chickens.
Love the Speedo nickname..what a great little funny story!
Thank you for your comments on my blog, I do appreciate them! :) Connie
And that doll is too funny! I'm sure she was quite the treasure in her day.
I am happy to have internet now here at the Garda Lake and it even works, because it's raining and I was bored. tomorrow I will go with son and Dil to Venice haven't been there since at least 25 years !
But here it's only the 19th time and it's always the same, lol !
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Shame he is not as easily amused as his mama! Here I sit getting distracted by Marmite Toasty's little dancing duck and find myself jigging along! Man, I think I need to get outside more! LOL
the technology we have.
My ear is quite better thank you. I
always didn't like putting boots and shoes on kids much, so the joke was funny. I see Peter is stealing your thunder - about the dust. The cheek!!
Take care, Love, Merle.
Sigh.
I have a bored 13yo here, too, but unfortunately she's mine, and she's not going anywhere.
For instance. My Mom painted a picture of a clown and hung it over my crib.
I HATED that clown! It looked evil and like it was going to do me harm.
As soon as I was able to speak I begged her to take it down.
She was crushed ... but she did.
That's the earliest memory I have.
I wanna go river tubing!
Fun fun fun.
Did you go too, or did you watch from the shore?