Moving day with the Caveman

Monday was moving day for the parents of a friend of mine. They are in their late 60s, moving out of Fitzroy into a condo in the City. The mom is the person that coordinated the construction of the current ball diamonds in Fitzroy back in 1977. One of the things we packed up was one of her favourite momentos - the first softball ever hit out of the park for a home run at the diamond. The dad is "Bunting Bobby" who used to play in the local men's league and umpired in the area for many years.

I have my family over at their place, helping them pack up their stuff. Kind of a bit sad - boxing up the possessions of a lifetime, throwing out a bunch of stuff, looking at old pictures, and so on. We find an old bill of sale - Mrs. Fastball's grandpa built the house back in 1975 for a whopping $32,000.

The location happened also to be a popular post Harbour Days location for a wee bonfire and post-party pints back in the day. So to honour that tradition, we have one last bonfire and cook up a few weiner dogs for the kids.

As mentioned on the blog before, the Caveman loves his hotdogs. He doesn't get them too often but when he does, he eats his fill. There are several youngsters running around and at one point I notice the Caveman has disappeared into the house. I follow him inside to see what he is up to.

I find him, sitting on the toilet, half eaten hotdog still in hand, bathroom door wide open.

"There you are!", I say. "What are you doing?"

"Just finishing my hotdog Daddy. Want a bite, Daddy? And can you wipe my bum?"

Note: just doing some final "math" on the GOFL all-stars - the winners should be posted soon.