Tag: Britta

Beat It, Grandpa!

I just finished reading my friend Britta’s blog. She is in Scotland and I enjoy her posts. (You can follow her here: https://brittasblog422041504.wordpress.com/ )

Today, she wrote about going to get her flu shot. The person administering the shot saw her age – 53 (same as me) – and called her a “young hen!” This made me smile. 53 is young! This is proof, right?! I need to run up to the local Tim Horton’s and let the gal at the drive thru window read her blog!

A couple days ago, I had both of the kids in the car. They were in their car seats and being unusually loud. I was getting a coffee and some Tim Bits for them. The woman handed me my coffee, which I set in the cup holder, and the donuts, which I set on the seat next to me. As she handed me my debit card, the kids got really loud and I kind of gave her a “kids will be kids” look. She handed me my card back and said, “Take us for a ride, GRANDPA!”

It took a second for that to register, and had there not been about 5 cars behind us, I may have said something. Instead, I drove away. Ok, it did bug me a bit. I know I have some grey in my beard, but I’m only 53! I’m still YOUNG – well, at least according to that flu shot gal…

Thanks, for reminding me that we are still young, Britta. Next time I drive through for donuts, I may open them up and throw a few at her … and hopefully not throw out my shoulder!

Flatpack Wisdom

One blog that I follow belongs to a friend in Scotland. She’s a poet named Britta. She has fascinating backstory and through her blog I have come to know a bit about her.

You can read her blog here:

https://brittasblog422041504.wordpress.com

In a recent blog, she mentioned that her son had purchased a desk/chair set from IKEA. She described the various bumps and noises that she heard from her son’s bedroom as he put it together.

We bought something for Ella from there and I recalled the challenge of trying to put it together while looking at the “directions” or lack thereof! It was certainly a challenge.

There is an episode of Bluey called Flat pack that comes to mind. The dad andom have purchased a porch swing and they are trying to put it together while following the “instructions.”

Anyway, I say all of that to get to the nugget of wisdom that came about while commenting back and forth with Britta. I mentioned that there are plenty of jokes about IKEA’s lack of real instructions and stated that it is kind of like life. “

“Life is kind of like an IKEA flat pack. It doesn’t come with any real instructions,” I told her. She agreed and reworded my sentiment. “Life. The flat pack without instructions!”

We’re all just trying to get through without no real directions, so grab your Allen wrench and tackle life day by day!