I know I've fussed and railed and whined about Blogger and the limitations thereon before, but dammit, it's never really frustrated me so much as it does right now. I have the best picture to post, and no way to show it off. And it's all because of Grant.
Grant is my nephew, my only brother's second child, and a movie waiting to happen. Grant likes to call me at any time, day or night, and pick up the conversation that began hours ago in his head- "So when the lava comes down, Aunt LeeAnn, they can put the concrete in front of it like a waterslide, only hot? You know? And then the town will be SAVED! So go tell the Post Office to get to work, because this can do it, I know it will and I can have the being famous part and can you make me a Spiderman suit?"
Grant has only met me twice in his life, once when he was a little toddler and once last year when I finally got back home to visit. According to his dad, he talks about me daily. He thinks I invented the moon and can walk on Kool-Aid. He sends me snake sheddings and carpet samples in the mail because they "feel cool". Grant has no fear of heights, speed, or things unseen. In fact, things unseen usually fear Grant.
While I was visiting last summer, Grant and I went to a thrift store and he found an old faux key, the kind used for decoration. He had to have it, so of course I got it for him, and the search began. He was not satisfied until he tried to stuff that key into every single lock he saw. At one time or another throughout the following week, one of the adults would try to explain to him it was just a pretend key, not a real key. And each time he'd listen, sigh the sigh of weariness born from dealing with the lesser-brained, and go back to trying locks. Finally I asked him why he was so intent on finding THE lock. Again the sigh.
"Well, Aunt LeeAnn" he said, after making me sit down to reinforce the importance of the answer, "this is a key. It's a gory big key. So it's gonna be a gory big lock. And a gory big lock.... it could be locking up almost ANYTHING! A key has to have a lock. It's the nature of bein' a key. And it's my key. So the treasure is mine! I just have to find it."
Happy birthday, Grant. I hope all your locks have gory big keys.
(Plans are in the works to get a real blog host after the move, for those of you who keep advising me of this and shaking your heads in dismay when I howl yet again about my current blogplace. See? I listen, I really do.)
(previously posted on Blogspot)
Posted by LeeAnn at June 10, 2003 08:52 AM