Friday, May 29, 2009

8th Grade Graduation

Grif "graduated" from eighth grade this week. The word graduated is in quotes because in The Old Curmudgeon's world getting through eigth grade was no big deal. Catfish always thought it was a big accomplishment for my cousins ––an accomplishment that warranted a hefty cash award. It was a different story for the then young Curmudgeon. When he enquired of C.G. about getting a little taste of the action at the end of eighth grade all he received was an amused look. However, you should know that The Old Curmudgeon is not still bitter. Honest. Anyway, we were talking about Grif, so let's just move along, shall we?

Ahem, Grif "graduated" from eighth grade this week. Some of the parents organized a dance for the kids (since the school also didn't seem to think it was such a big deal, but I digress) at the United Methodist Church. Grif, having just this morning had his teeth paroled from the Orthodontia Penitentery, donned his most formal all-black and slightly scary outfit for the big event.

Yeah, that thing around his neck is a tie. Hey, this is a formal event!

Sunday, May 24, 2009

In Memoriam -- The SwingSet: 2000 – 2009

Memorial Day Weekend was innaugurated this year by the demolition of the trusty swing apparatus that has kept Grif and Lauren slightly amused for nearly a decade. 

Pictured here in happier times, the youthful-looking swing set goes through its paces with the kids.


The swing set has seen a number of things over its life. Here a young Grif clearly contemplates some deviltry involving the startling of Lauren.


And here, Grif (Call-Me-Sir-Edmund) triumphantly celebrates at the summit.

And yet as Dema used to say, "All good  things come to an end." By the way, this idea was later taken and reworked by George Harrison and made the title song of his first solo album opus. Dema never got credit for any of it. She was too kind to sue George. But, I digress. Having become a bit tired and exhibiting a decided leaning tendency in old age, the faithful swing set was, as Grandpa Pete used to say, put out of its misery .  It might be of interest to know that the contraption did not go quietly into the good night, but, in the end, put up a worthy fight.


Grif & The Old Curmudgeon wrestle a resistive section to the ground.


Grif, a student of Thor, takes a whack with the sledge hammer.

This end of an era signals, of course, the beginnings of new eras. Where once Grif would slay climb mountains, slay dragons and fly in space ships in the backyard play area, he is now more likely to be found at marching band practice…



As a matter of fact, here he is at the recent band awards banquet, being recognized along with Jake Blues.