A Little Stroll Down Memory Lane

I am uninspired today. Looking out the window, all I see is cold snow. It is supposed to warm up to 57 by the end of the week.

I will wait until then to drive anywhere .........

My friend is way down there, tucked into her trailer. We talk on the phone .......

This is the parking lot .......

So, nothing to do but stroll through the land of blog while I wait for he who plays with fire to get the stove going. Yes, I am capable of starting a fire. He loves to do this for me, though. And who am I to deny him this small pleasure?

As I was reading I saw a reference to Easy Bake ovens. I gave Maya one for her birthday when she turned five. With three adults and four children in attendance, what could go wrong? We decided to have a tea party. My daughter-in-law, Diane, loves tea parties. Both Gramma Kathy and Gramma Barb were there, so like I said, what could go wrong?

Maya was to make the first cake, after all, it was her gift. While Jada and Gavin argued over which one would be next and I was reading the instructions to make the cake. I don't remember why Diane left the room, maybe the phone, I don't remember. Gramma Barb had the baby in her arms and we were talking. Maya was engrossed in helping me dump her ingredients into the bowl. Jada and Gavin had stopped arguing ............. they were trying to figure out how the cake would fit into the oven.

Next thing we knew Jada was calling all Grammas. Gavin had his hand stuck in the Easy Bake Oven. He was beginning to panic and tears were rolling down his cheeks. Jada was shouting instructions to the grammas with her raspy little voice that I love so much. Gramma Barb was holding the oven and I was holding Gavin's arm. We tried to pull and that wasn't working. His hand was really stuck. I squelched the urge to locate my camera, and we tried holding the oven up and trying to release his hand from below and the opposite. He was crying pretty loud by then. Jada was still trying to help. Maya was calmly mixing her cake and telling Gavin to get his hand out of her oven. I finally worked my fingers into the opposite end of the oven and I still don't know what I did, but his hand was released.

After we baked the "cakes" , it was decided that each child should cut and share her/his creation. Gavin had recovered and was all into the sharing, as was Maya. Jada sort of tossed her offering to all of us. Tea time etiquette and all that. Life here is so dull in comparison. Dull is good, though, I don't know if I could handle all that excitement on a daily basis. Must be getting old.