Clumsy is as clumsy does

Well, I knew that I shouldn’t let her go off on her own. Frankly, the thought of hanging out in my chones with Big Guy and guzzling Guinness’ while watching every ballgame we can find on the telly. It was just too tempting and I really wasn’t up to
New York.

 Of course, seeing her off involved the usual cockup. I elected to sit on the trunk while Big Guy helped Grams with her suitcase. He got the case on and stowed, but then the doors closed and he started off with train. Imagine the expression on my mug. What was I to do? I didn’t have the car keys and even if I did, I can’t drive. Well, I can drive, but I can’t do the pedals. So, I sat and waited. And waited. And waited. A half hour later, a train came from the south and off stepped Big Guy. “Don’t ask,” he said. Needless to say, I didn’t.

 
So, Grams is in New York with Henri and his mama. Yesterday, Grams and Henri’s mama went into the city. As far as I can tell, they stopped for lunch and on her way to the Ladies; Grams missed a step and went face down into a very non-forgiving floor. Evidently, her front tooth went through her upper lip and she broke her nose again, so she’s got another shiner and a fat lip. Oh, did I mention that it's blazing hot too?

 

Of course, she got up, dusted herself off, and went on with her shopping. When it comes to shopping the woman’s indomitable. She did manage to send me some pics that she took before the fall. I especially like one from the old New York Sun building (no the temperature gauge isn't working). Of course, I always like the subway art. Isn’t the mythic sewer croc great? The subway scofflaw is pretty cool too.

 

A dopo e Moochas Smoochas

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Comments

[Rédigé par : Janet]

Love the subway art! Didn't know they had that in NYC. Sorry to hear you 'kissed the ground' again but hope you found some treasures in your shopping. Big Guy and Gweeds have filled the recycle bin with their bottles. We hear an occasional cheer and boo that must be for what's going on in the ball games.