Nice few days

Yesterday was good. Son behaved very unteenagerish and was a pleasure to be with all day long. We played the inevitable Monopoly and he thrashed me on his new Wii. 
 
Son’s dad called to wish him happy Christmas, but as usual, didn’t send a card or anything that took effort. I haven’t heard a thing from daughter for a while now. I heard that she moved to Calgary again about two months ago; I sent her a birthday present at the beginning of December (her birthday’s 17th December), but I’ve no idea if she received it. Because of the lack of contact and not knowing if she’s at the same address or not, I didn’t risk another parcel, so for Christmas, I sent her a card and some costume jewellery. I also transferred some money to her with PayPal, but again, I don’t know if she’s received it. I do wish I knew more and/or could do more, but I don’t spend time with destructive wishing.
 
Today I fed and watered rubbish cat for the last time. His mummy and daddy were due back tomorrow, but then tonight I had a call from them; they came back tonight instead and are eternally grateful to me for looking after their baby. I’ve been promised a lovely dinner sometime to say “thank you” for feeding it and cleaning up its “little accident.”
 
During the holiday, I put some beers in the garden because my ‘fridge was too full for them. I put them in a safe place and noticed that in that same safe place was a big bag of daffodil bulbs I’d put there some months back! It’s so safe a place, I forget all about stuff in it! Anyway, some of these bulbs were growing green shooty things, so I planted them all today. I have no idea if they’re likely to grow; they should have been put in the ground ages ago! Time will tell.
 
Tomorrow I’m going up (“up” because it’s north to where I live) to see Emma, Chris and their baby, Jack. Jack’s a new addition since I last wrote here much and he is, of course, perfect. He was born on son’s 18th birthday and with his middle name, is named after my brother. It’s been ages since I had a little one to get Christmas gifts for and it’s lovely to do it again. All those bright colours and electronic tunes in non-toxic, British standard plastic; they’re so commercial and mass produced, but such fun! I did want to buy him some rag books too, but couldn’t find them anywhere – needless to say, I left it too late to order online.
 
Nice few days.