There are times when we actually do have fun together. They are few and far between. The rest of the time is pretty much a full-on screaming shit show.
A rare good moment
Tag: family
We are a dysfunctional family
Some people see the current covid-19 lockdowns as a way to build memories and spend quality time as a family. We see this, filled with dread, as a situation that can lead to murder or alcoholism.
As much as I love my son, he is being a giant shithead. Everything needs to be a confrontation. Everything needs to be yelled instead of spoken. We are, apparently, the most unfair idiots that walk the earth and exist only to pay for shit, frustrate him at every turn and make him angry. He, in our opinion, exists only to make stupid random noises, do whatever the hell he wants when he wants to, do nothing of what we actually ask of him and can’t grasp the simplest of concepts like don’t chew with your mouth open, close the light when you leave the room and leave the fucking cats alone.
So yeah.
We’ll either need lawyers or doctors, or both (definitively therapy) by the time this has cleared up.
Random parent picture
Again, in the random picture department.
New Year’s Eve lakeside walk
Katy, Ben and I went to the lakeside just before New Year’s to see if we could spot some of the fireworks from Lausanne or Vevey.
Bowling madness
Took the Bean and the oldies bowling to try and brush off some of the cabin fever that’s been settling in.
The Côté family cultural plan 2018
Blue Man Group, Lausanne, January 11
Kodo – One Earth Evolution, Geneva, March 14
We’ll need to get the child some ear defenders, but I think he’ll get a kick out of both shows.
And, for the grown-ups only, an evening of burlesque in Geneva this coming November.
When we were young…Â
And carefree, and had hair.
The gang’s all here
Still in the vein of scanning old pictures: as complete a set of family members as I can manage.
Also, this:
Trip to Isle of Wight
We spent a week on the Isle of Wight. Ben drove the ferry on the way there. We bought gin, wine and liqueurs. We saw a funky chicken. We handled owls and saw birds of prey. A ferret walked Bean. We went on a steam railway and looked at a train museum. We saw the coloured sand of the Needles, the coastline and the lighthouse. We saw glass being blows and sweets being made. We went to a donkey sanctuary and saw lots of donkey penises and a horse with an itchy ass. We saw a model village. We went fossil hunting and saw dinosaur footprints. We went to a dinosaur museum. We heard Benedictine monks sing a mass in an abbey. Then we went home. About the only thing we didn’t really do was relax.
All pictures here: https://www.flubu.com/blog/pictures/iow_jul_2017/
Thanks Pops
Katy has the unfortunate habit of kissing things with the car bumper. Most times, it’s not a big deal. Last time, with a cement column…less so. It took about 15 minutes of cursing, but I managed to get all the brackets realigned and the bumper back on. It wasn’t that big of a job, but it made me think of my dad. I don’t have anywhere close to his mechanical skills, but I’m also not afraid to get my hands dirty. And I got that from him, as well as the importance of a decent set of tools. So, thanks pop.