Martannasmimi’s Weblog

Today is Anna & Epp’s birthdays and they have gone off to shop for some items at the Toy store and then on for a visit with Justin’s grandmother.
This explains why I have a minute to write on my blog.

A few weeks ago I set out with Marta (age 4 1/2 …as she tells everyone we meet)to an open house (I am a real estate broker). At this open house she was quite a
hand full and was a bit ill mannered and wouldn’t listen.
This resulted in my removing her physically, and putting her back into the car in the car seat, and having what I will call a sincere “chat’ about her rude behavior.
She seemed to calm down and soon we were off to a store that sells home items ..It’s called Home Goods and the name clearly depicts what you will find inside.
We/I was there for some storage baskets.
We found our items and approached the checkout line…a rude woman cut in front of us and seemed not to care that I had a cranky 4 1/2 year old in my cart.
She said “I was here first” in a nasty tone.
We checked out our items as Marta was whining “I want to go home”.
I headed for an EXIT sign and then was told by another woman in a nasty tone,
“you can’t’ go out that door”… you could, and I did, but as I waited to cross into the parking lot I remarked “what is it about me today do I have a target on me, why is everyone I meet being so nasty?
This was Marta’s very loud reply… “Ya know Mimi maybe it’s because you have a very big butt, and other people have little butts….I have a little butt …and ( pointing to this very thin Hispanic porter (think singer Marc Anthony) with boxes on a cart…and now in her loudest voice she says, “see Mimi now that man has a little, tiny butt..
I whisked her away and put her back into the car and then I asked if she thought that people were truly not nice to me because of my butt and she replied “yes absolutely”..

Every year on the 4th of July my younger brother Bob and his wife Jeanne, have a beach party.
Their home is located on Ashroken a Village on a narrow strip of land between two bodies of water, a Harbor on one side and the Long Island sound on the other.
Their guests arrive in late afternoon. Traditional food is cooked on the grill and is served along with corn, clams and wine… beer etc.
The guests range in age from grandparents in their 80’s, to small children.
The pre sunset time is filled with good food, good drink, and good conversation.
Young children fill their time digging on the beach, looking for tiny crabs and
running in and around the groups of chatting adults.
The star of this years celebration was a young boy named Roy, named for his grandfather, his father told me.
Roy age 6 who’s parents seem to be rather “normal” people is obsessed with all things military
His father said that he has been like this since he was two years old…
They have tried to discourage it without much success.
When someone asked where Roy was, a guest remarked “he’s out on maneuvers on the front lawn”
Marta seemed to quite enjoy the company of this little guy… all dressed in his military finest.
I found it a bit unusual that she would, considering what a “girly girl’ Marta has always been.
A man in uniform must have just have appeal at any age.
I wondered without getting into anything too heavy (reincarnation)… what makes a child take on this persona.
Marta seemed not to be at all concerned about this, and so they spent the late afternoon digging for crabs, and eating ice cream.
It is a tradition for this coastal town to light huge Bonfires along the beach.
It’s quite the site … miles of fires along the shoreline as far as the eye can see.
The night is not complete till the fireworks fill the sky.

As the parade of sandy, tired, families make their way back home from another fabulous 4th of July, a very tired Marta fell fast asleep in her car seat… happy that her new friend Roy was there on this 4th of July to share glow sticks and be every bit the fine young military gentleman.