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Can’t Live house. That small, delicate little boy My husband is the only family
Without Them with the big glasses has grown into a member I actually chose. Mostly,
6’5” strapping linebacker-of-a-man, I’m glad I married him, but there are
by Valerie Nusbaum and we were glad to have his help some times when all I can do is sigh
with all the lifting and carrying. I and get on with it. Randy had to
We can pick our friends, our wore his two-foot-tall beer-mug hat. don’t mean to imply that Andrew return to the eye doctor’s office three
seats, and, well, our noses, but we After lunch, we all came back to ever played football, or even times to repeat one of his tests. His
can’t pick our families (other than basketball. The athletic prowess results were always inconclusive,
our spouses, of course). Randy and our house for dessert. I had made of the Nusbaum men runs in other but bordering on something serious.
I have had some amusing family a green coffee cake and shamrock directions. They are outdoorsmen The technician was thoroughly
encounters recently, and I thought brownies, and served them with and excel at fishing, hunting, and perturbed with Randy, because he
I’d share some of them with you. green mint chip ice cream. We had picnicking. had so much trouble clicking the
a good time and shared lots of button when certain lights came into
There’s a bit of Irish in my family memories and laughs. I went over to the house at view. It was finally determined that
on my dad’s side; but even if there lunchtime on Saturday. I’d been there was nothing seriously wrong
weren’t, we’d still enjoy celebrating About a week after that assured that the two of them had with Randy’s eyes. His hand/eye
St. Patrick’s Day—green shamrock- celebration, I was in the kitchen been hard at work for hours. When coordination could use some work,
shaped pancakes and all. It’s been getting things ready for dinner. I’d I called Randy to ask if Andrew though. He also needs to work on
a tradition for years that Mom and decided to have baked potatoes, liked sloppy Joes, there was an concentrating and not letting his
I have lunch on St. Patrick’s Day and when I went to my potato bin awful lot of giggling going on; I mind wander during important life-
at the Shamrock Restaurant. We to get them, I discovered that the was happy that they were finding saving tests.
love the decorations, the music, and bin was full of trash. Huh? Then I some fun in a rather dismal task.
the food, and it doesn’t hurt that recognized some of the wrapping The men were at the landfill when That leaves my mother. Mom’s
everyone is there with the intention paper from a gift that Mom had I got to the house, so I went inside landline was out of order. I had
of having a good time. Last year, given to Pat. Cousin Pat evidently and got things ready for lunch. I been calling her for hours and kept
Mom and I invited our cousin, Pat, thought my potato bin was a trash saw Randy’s truck come up the getting a busy signal. This didn’t
to join us; and, this year, we gained can. I’m just glad there was nothing driveway, and I walked out to the alarm or surprise me, as Mom has
Pat’s husband, Keith, and Randy. stinky in there! garage to tell them that lunch was a lot of friends, and she talks on
My hubby had never participated ready. I found the pair of them in the phone often with her next-door
in the celebration because he was Not long after that, our nephew, the garage, each wearing a huge neighbor, even though they live
always working, but he took some Andrew, came up from Florida for a sombrero, playing with toy trucks. twenty feet apart. When we finally
time off to be with us this year and long weekend. The only thing more realized that Mom’s phone wasn’t
was glad he did. He particularly entertaining than a Nusbaum man is Andrew headed back to Florida working, Randy called the phone
enjoyed the corned beef, and he even TWO Nusbaum men. Andrew was with a truckload of stuff and two company and reported it. The next
here to help his Uncle Randy clean sombreros. Actually, he was wearing morning, I still wasn’t able to reach
out the garage at Randy’s parents’ one of them as he waved goodbye. my mother. She has a cell phone, but
doesn’t turn it on unless she’s going
to make a long-distance call. I knew
that eventually Mom would think it
was odd that she hadn’t heard from
me, since I check on her several
times each day. I hoped that Mom
would use her cell phone to call
me, so I went and got my own cell
phone. I knew that my dear mother
would assume that she couldn’t
call my landline with her cell. I was
right. My cell phone rang shortly
after that.
It could be worse.
I’m sending a big shout out to
Susan Storer this month. “Susan,
thanks so much for your kind words
about my columns and for all your
help.”
Can’t Live house. That small, delicate little boy My husband is the only family
Without Them with the big glasses has grown into a member I actually chose. Mostly,
6’5” strapping linebacker-of-a-man, I’m glad I married him, but there are
by Valerie Nusbaum and we were glad to have his help some times when all I can do is sigh
with all the lifting and carrying. I and get on with it. Randy had to
We can pick our friends, our wore his two-foot-tall beer-mug hat. don’t mean to imply that Andrew return to the eye doctor’s office three
seats, and, well, our noses, but we After lunch, we all came back to ever played football, or even times to repeat one of his tests. His
can’t pick our families (other than basketball. The athletic prowess results were always inconclusive,
our spouses, of course). Randy and our house for dessert. I had made of the Nusbaum men runs in other but bordering on something serious.
I have had some amusing family a green coffee cake and shamrock directions. They are outdoorsmen The technician was thoroughly
encounters recently, and I thought brownies, and served them with and excel at fishing, hunting, and perturbed with Randy, because he
I’d share some of them with you. green mint chip ice cream. We had picnicking. had so much trouble clicking the
a good time and shared lots of button when certain lights came into
There’s a bit of Irish in my family memories and laughs. I went over to the house at view. It was finally determined that
on my dad’s side; but even if there lunchtime on Saturday. I’d been there was nothing seriously wrong
weren’t, we’d still enjoy celebrating About a week after that assured that the two of them had with Randy’s eyes. His hand/eye
St. Patrick’s Day—green shamrock- celebration, I was in the kitchen been hard at work for hours. When coordination could use some work,
shaped pancakes and all. It’s been getting things ready for dinner. I’d I called Randy to ask if Andrew though. He also needs to work on
a tradition for years that Mom and decided to have baked potatoes, liked sloppy Joes, there was an concentrating and not letting his
I have lunch on St. Patrick’s Day and when I went to my potato bin awful lot of giggling going on; I mind wander during important life-
at the Shamrock Restaurant. We to get them, I discovered that the was happy that they were finding saving tests.
love the decorations, the music, and bin was full of trash. Huh? Then I some fun in a rather dismal task.
the food, and it doesn’t hurt that recognized some of the wrapping The men were at the landfill when That leaves my mother. Mom’s
everyone is there with the intention paper from a gift that Mom had I got to the house, so I went inside landline was out of order. I had
of having a good time. Last year, given to Pat. Cousin Pat evidently and got things ready for lunch. I been calling her for hours and kept
Mom and I invited our cousin, Pat, thought my potato bin was a trash saw Randy’s truck come up the getting a busy signal. This didn’t
to join us; and, this year, we gained can. I’m just glad there was nothing driveway, and I walked out to the alarm or surprise me, as Mom has
Pat’s husband, Keith, and Randy. stinky in there! garage to tell them that lunch was a lot of friends, and she talks on
My hubby had never participated ready. I found the pair of them in the phone often with her next-door
in the celebration because he was Not long after that, our nephew, the garage, each wearing a huge neighbor, even though they live
always working, but he took some Andrew, came up from Florida for a sombrero, playing with toy trucks. twenty feet apart. When we finally
time off to be with us this year and long weekend. The only thing more realized that Mom’s phone wasn’t
was glad he did. He particularly entertaining than a Nusbaum man is Andrew headed back to Florida working, Randy called the phone
enjoyed the corned beef, and he even TWO Nusbaum men. Andrew was with a truckload of stuff and two company and reported it. The next
here to help his Uncle Randy clean sombreros. Actually, he was wearing morning, I still wasn’t able to reach
out the garage at Randy’s parents’ one of them as he waved goodbye. my mother. She has a cell phone, but
doesn’t turn it on unless she’s going
to make a long-distance call. I knew
that eventually Mom would think it
was odd that she hadn’t heard from
me, since I check on her several
times each day. I hoped that Mom
would use her cell phone to call
me, so I went and got my own cell
phone. I knew that my dear mother
would assume that she couldn’t
call my landline with her cell. I was
right. My cell phone rang shortly
after that.
It could be worse.
I’m sending a big shout out to
Susan Storer this month. “Susan,
thanks so much for your kind words
about my columns and for all your
help.”
