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Carol Perkins: The Fourth of July

On the rainiest Independence Day, Our heroine made a none-too-satisfying trip - for her grandson Joseph and herself - to see Despicable Me 2 in 3D. That came with its own perils, but the subsequent grand moments with the 7 year old provided more adventures right up to a soft landing at home. 'Fishless and wet to the bone, we went back home, watched a movie, and listened to Fluffy bark at the neighborhood fireworks,' for the satisfying ending.
The next earlier Carol Perkins column: Carol Perkins: Paula Deen

As a Fourth of July goes, this one was a wet-really wet. I don't remember having as much rain as we did last week. I felt sorry for those who had planned family picnics or outings at the lake. It was not a good time for either.


Adventures at the picture show

I took my grandson to a movie. I wasn't alone. The theater was packed with parents, kids, and grandparents there to see Despicable Me 2. The popcorn line was so long we skipped it, and for a seven-year-old to forego popcorn and Skittles was a sacrifice, but it helped that I promised him an Icee on the way out.

We settled into our seats, put on our 3D glasses and leaned back into the comfortable chairs that have the potential to rock me to sleep. Joseph sat on the edge of his during the movie, so I assumed he was captivated. In the meantime, I dosed off a couple of times and quickly lost the plot. Evidently, he lost the plot too because he looked at me, took off his glasses, and whispered, "I'm ready to go."

"What?"

"I'm ready to go. I'm tired."

Finally, she too gave up on DM2

I was ready to go twenty minutes into the movie, but it seemed a waste of the $20 I had just paid, so I encouraged him to watch a little more. Finally, I tapped him on the shoulder, took off my glasses, and said, "I'm ready if you are."

Escaping the theatre another misadventure

We were sitting in the second row of the upper level where there was a bar in front of us that we could slip under and walk out rather than stepping over people, so I motioned for Joseph to go under the bar and I would follow. The bar was lower than I thought so I couldn't bow down far enough to get under it, so I had to sit down and tuck my head to it. At least that was my intention, but instead when I sat down I couldn't position myself to rise, so I ended up on the floor on my bad knee and then "heaved" myself up, inch by inch, using the bar. That was not easy. By then, I was sure all eyes were on the woman in the floor rather than the screen. Joseph said, "I'll get your purse."

Finally, we left the theater and went to Big K to get the Icee I had promised him at the movie because the lines were just as long going out as they were when we arrived. Before leaving, we had more in our cart than an Icee.

Planned trip to Beech Bend altered by weather

Friday we had planned to go to Beech Bend, but the rain continued. When we finally got a break in the clouds, we (Guy, Carla and I) took Joseph on his first fishing trip. "Can we cook the fish?"

"Sure," Guy said. "Do you know how to clean them?"

"Yeah, you cut off the head and cut it down the middle." Joseph had been watching a "how to fish" video on YouTube.

"Sure, son, we'll cook all you want and you can clean all you can eat," Guy said, knowing the likelihood of catching any sizable fish was slim. So we went to my uncle's house that has a pond practically in the front yard, dug a dozen or so worms, and cast the line of the only pole we had among us. After a few nibbles with no results, Joseph turned his pole over to his mom and chopped down tall grass with his Star Wars sword and splashed in puddles surrounding the pond.

"If you catch any, we'll take them home to Daddy," Joseph instructed his mom as she baited her hook over and over.

A little boy reminds her of how long it had been since she enjoyed natural delight of just standing in the rain

Suddenly, the clouds opened and we took cover under the branches of the nearest tree. There was something quite peaceful about watching raindrops pop up and down on a pond while the fireflies darted from the tall grass on the bank. Joseph preferred to stand in the open and embrace the rain. I can't remember the last time I stood in the rain.

Fishless and wet to the bone, we went back home, watched a movie, and listened to Fluffy bark at the neighborhood fireworks. Carol Perkins


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