Life is just one damned thing after another.
–Elbert Hubbard
Mrs. Hook and I were relaxing after a nice grilled dinner (porterhouse steak with potato wedges glazed in olive oil grilled over an open flame on our Weber) with a couple of glasses of wine (Merlot imported from Italy) last night watching our 22 month old, Castaway Conner, dancing along with Blue’s Clues Big Musical (to which I embarrassingly admit to knowing most of the words) when I couldn’t help but think, “This is truly what life is all about.” How naïve am I?
Little Castaway was elatedly smiling from ear to ear while dancing and singing and flashing those big beautiful blue eyes when out of the corner of my weary green “crow’s feet” lined eyes I noticed a flash of light. It was actually a flash of firelight. Renegade Ryan, our 10 year old, had decided to start a little fire in our terra-cotta outdoors fireplace, of course his definition of little is not exactly mine. When I took a double take, I saw flames shooting out the chimney of the fireplace threatening to engulf the centuries old Banyan tree above that keeps our backyard shady during the sunny days.
After putting out the inferno essentially saving the lanai, if not the entire neighborhood, and lecturing Renegade on the importance of fire safety and reminding him that Smokey Bear says, “Learn not to burn,” I came back into the house to find young Castaway screaming in agony as his little hand was caught in the DVD player. Seems he was getting a little tired of Mr. Salt and the gang. Of course Mrs. Hook wasn’t happy that the wine stain in the carpet where, in my haste, I had dropped my glass is now a permanent part of our motif.
Now, that is truly what life is ALL about. Sgt Hook out.
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