Dec 24, 2007

Christmas Eve

I was just looking out our dining room window at the back patio and I saw a hummingbird drinking from the fountain. I was surprised to see it because it is about thirty-five degrees and I would have thought the hummingbirds would have migrated south to Mexico. The Sonora Desert , where we live, is home to over three hundred hummingbird varieties, more than anywhere else in the world I think. This post is one of those "does he keep anything private?" kind of posts. Last December 22nd, I wrote a post about taking Christmas gifts to the missing Sneed granddaughters, the daughters of Cletus Sneed. At that time they had been living with their maternal grandparents in a mobile home way out in the desert. I made arrangements with their grandfather to bring the gifts out there. He promised that they would be home. As it turned out no one was home and I had to leave the gifts in the shed behind the house. To this day, we don't know if the girls actually got the gifts, because no one, not Mom, or either of the grandparents acknowledged getting them. In the intervening year, we have seen the little girls exactly one time for about ten minutes. The Mom and her current low-life boyfriend brought them over and sent them to the door, while the Mom and boyfriend waited in the car at the curb. In reading last year's post I see that I posted that we did not see them at all in 2006 either. This year their birthdays, as they did last year, came and went with no word as to their whereabouts. As Christmas approached this year we made no gift preparations with respect to the girls. I don't know how we could have, since we don't know where they are living and have no idea of their sizes, their likes or anything else about them. Besides, I have to admit to being annoyed that last year's efforts went unnoticed, so righteous indignation came easily. This would have all been fine, had not their mother, Cletus's former ne'er-do-well girlfriend, not called yesterday at noon to ask if she should bring the girls by for Christmas? I'm not sure how to answer that. My gut reaction is to say hell no, because this is just so typical of Mom's user behavior. I really hate being put in this position by this user. In typical Merls Sneed fashion, I will probably just not call her back. On a happier note, our big Christmas Eve soirée will begin at 6:00 this evening. We are expecting about sixteen people, including all the Sneed children and their families, plus Daughter Sneed's soon-to-be husband Greg and his adult daughters, plus one boyfriend. Even Cletus Sneed promises to be here. My brother and nephew will be joining us too. Even though my brother lives only about ten miles away, it has been months since I've seen him, so that will be nice. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I guess if the mother calls back I'd suggest she drop the girls off for a full afternoon after Xmas, so you can take them out & get them treats and spend a few hours with them--ten minutes is just not right. Their mother ought to be horsewhipped.

Squirrel said...

Sounds like you are going to have a Merry Day--enjoy.

Kurt said...

Aw, Merle, call her back. Let her bring the little poorly-raised kids over.

d. chedwick bryant said...

I noticed the hummingbirds stayed a full month longer than usual up in the Catskills. I had to keep filling the feeders and was wondering if it was just a fluke...or global warming ?

Steve said...

Hope your soiree went well, Merle!

Maybe you can arrange for the mother to bring the girls over another day in the next week or two -- that way you could spend some time with them, but the user expectation that you'll come bearing gifts may be lessened.