Monday, November 3, 2008
I took this picture last week down at the public landing. It was freezing outside and my fingers were numb. Speaking of numb, here is another mind-numbing excerpt from The Misadventures of the Chesapeake Bay Family.
Chesapeake Bay Baby Sister complained recently that I never write stories about her, only about Middle Sister. There are many reasons for this, namely that Middle Sister and I spent more time together and were closer in age. Also, by the time Baby Sister was old enough to create any memorable stories, I was off to college creating my own life stories.
Our mother wrote the following which involves Baby Sister. Enjoy, Baby Sister! Remember, you asked for it.
From CB Mother:
Entry from diary circa mid-1980’s
Petrified remains of Noah’s ark are easier to locate than Chesapeake Bay Little Sister’s report card. Somewhere in Turkey, isn’t it? The ark, I mean.
This young person is very adept when it comes to introducing a parent gradually to the adverse report by giving probable locations and exiting stage right.
When I finally remember three weeks later that I still haven’t seen the report card, it has had another misadventure: It was spattered with cafeteria-made vegetable soup and suffered some disintegration and is drying in her locker at school. Gospel truth.
Meanwhile Little Sis entertains with a musing about the effect of term papers on final grades; how if you failed to turn one in, your otherwise “A” average might possibly sag to a “D.”
MIT, here she comes.
Additional Commentary from Chesapeake Bay Woman:
Baby Sister could really weave a story and twist the truth so hard it screamed in agony.