Nano Poblano Goodbye

I admit I cheated a couple of times adding NP to my regular posts, but I write too much here anyway, so saved you the trouble. . .

My grandson, you know, the all purpose variety one, 18, drummer, chauffeur, confidant, helper, fellow bad-word-user, general all around life saver, came over yesterday, unexpectedly.  It had already been a bad day, but I had gotten out of bed with a determination not to get upset, aka:crying about nothing.  If I had any hormones left I would blame them! But I digress, – yes I used it again, I love that phrase.  He said “we’re going out, where would you like to go?”  So he waited for me to get ready, and we went.  For the first time in my life, I bought a fake Christmas tree.  Not only fake, but a white-supposed-to-look-snow-covered one.  I’m still not sure I like it.  He helped me set it up while I said we’re probably both going to die of fermeldihide poisoning. . .He was patient as I directed how the lights should go on, bless him. 

I have to admit that while shopping I had an odd moment while looking at canned chile beans. For some reason I just got teary eyed.  He asked if I needed a hug, and I said no, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  So left that aisle with him behind, asking if I needed this or that.  Patience personified.  
Then as the evening of shopping ended and we were on the way home he pointed out the hotel next door to me, saying “I’m playing a concert there tomorrow with the jazz band.  It’s a luncheon for old ladies.” Then added in typical fashion, ” like you”.  Gotta love this kid.

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