Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

They each took a pull off the Jagermeister bottle as they said their final farewells. My BFF buried her German grandmother today.  Oma she was called.  Oma was a great grandma because she introduced us to Jagermeister.  When we were 14.  Like I said, she was a great grandmother.  She kept a bottle chilled in her fridge for stomach upsets.   We spent a few evenings with Oma.  Yes, you do have the right picture.  Here’s to you, Oma!

There was a car part in the kitchen sink today.  I found it when I was preparing dinner.  “Where did you find this!?” my dad drilled.  “In the sink, of course,” I replied, “have you been looking for it?”  He closely analyzed it like I may have broken it.  It was no bigger than the width of a pencil eraser and thinner than most watch parts. “Dad, what is it?”  “It’s a keeper,” he replied.  Well obviously, the way he was scrutinizing the thing.  “What do you mean, keeper?” “It slips over the end of a rod and keeps things from moving,” he explained.  Of course.  I really don’t know why I was surprised to find a motor part in the kitchen sink.  Dad had been toiling most of the afternoon on whatever machine it was, on the kitchen table! Welcome home, dad.

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