This is not Instagram, but an incredible simulation!
This past Sunday, with COVID’s permission, we had the entire family over to film another episode of Smitty’s Loose Change. It was a delayed Easter, and an advance celebration of the great-grandson’s birthday, which is today. (Oops! Got my publishing dates mixed up. It was yesterday.)
The culinary centerpiece was our version of a Black Forest cake. Everybody eats – everybody helps. Since the grand-daughter-in-law has come to love the base cake, and since it evades the grandson’s food allergies, she has learned to bake the spelt-flour/dark chocolate/mayonnaise cake.
The wife mixed up the whole-cherry sauce for it. The grandson whipped the cream, fine-shredded a block of dark chocolate to sprinkle on it, and plated and served to everyone in the living room after dinner, while I wowed the crowd with my fantastic fork-work.
The daughter sent along some food for thought.
The grandson brought two 25 cent coins for my collection, from the East Caribbean States. Canadian vending machines will reject American quarters because they are the wrong size and weight. They cannot tell the difference between these and Canadian quarters though, which is how he got two of them in change.
The Grandson’s path from the bus stop to his housing complex, is along a community trail. He spotted a piece of fluttering paper, and also brought a Nigerian 100 Naira note. I did my usual money laundering, using warm water and liquid hand soap, getting rid of skin oils, dust, and COVID viruses. Then I ironed it smooth and flat. I have African bills from Zambia, Zimbabwe, Uganda, and South Africa. This was a welcome addition.
When I told the grandson that I had somehow lost the pictures of the stone cat for my The Year In Photos post, he riffled through his Smart phone, found them from 9 months ago, and emailed them to me again. No excuses this time. I claimed that I almost stepped on it, but the owner actually had it up on a porch railing, in the sun, much like a real cat.
At last, the star of the show, the closing act, the birthday boy himself, great-grandson, Rowan. We thought that he might be getting Italian or Scottish red hair. In a certain light, it seems that there is a slight, reddish cast to it, but in strong light, it shines a golden brown. The women took another in, what apparently is going to become a tradition, a photo of four generations of males – me, the son, the grandson, and Rowan – showing how he develops, and the rest of us deteriorate, over the years. 😉
April, and this BEDA act, are rapidly drawing to a close. Thanx for joining in the fun. I’m going to slow down to my usual schedule again next week. I have to! One of the wheels on my walker has jammed. 😳