Beefcake to Wedding Cake, or Where's the Beef??? pt 4
Oct. 17, 2009 2:02 pm
Updated: Oct. 20, 2009 11:27 am
After Randyman's metamorphosis and our trip to the family Christmas party in palm springs, he became a regular visitor. There were times he was lauded as a hero, such as the incident when he rescued my Down pillow, "Fluffy", whom I found suspended from the ceiling fan where the boys had fitted him with a hangman's noose. (The grisly scene made me worry that his former persona had influenced them, but it turns out boys are just strange). Then there were times we drove him from the house for serious infractions, like waltzing in and placing 2 pieces in a jigsaw puzzle we had been trying to finish unsuccessfully for a week. (It turns out that dyslexia, which Randyman has in spades, has its benefits, too)
There were times the boys stood mesmerized as he lowered a 20 pound sledgehammer to his forehead, straight-armed, holding the end of the handle with only one hand...a feat of no small strength, and no great judgment, always an attractive combination to males of any age.
He taught them to repair both gas and diesel engines, to arc and MIG weld, the proper way to build fences, square a foundation, and played practical jokes on them with regularity, skyrocketing his popularity with their peers, giving them ammunition to torment both friends and family. He would somehow make himself small and stand quietly in unexpected places until it got the desired result of startling a victim who would fall backwards screaming like a girl, while he and the other boys would collapse in paroxysms of laughter.
He ate at the house often, watched "Home Improvement" with the kids, and left us all exhausted from laughing at him laughing. ( He has infectious laughter, much like a baby.) A dyslexic with really lousy spelling and reading skills, he always let them push him into playing games like Balderdash or Scrabble, which he had no hope of winning, but they always chose him in Pictionary as people with "Y chromosomes" share a brain cell and can accurately guess 45 clues with the same stickman drawing. ( I do believe he taught them to cheat but I can't prove it). It highlighted one of the character traits that I admire most about him, which is his humility.
We had discovered Bamm-Bamm, with a big soft heart, who loved to laugh, loved kids and animals, loved the Lord, and clearly, loved US, so in spite of our earlier reservations, we agreed to marry him. Yes, all of us...except Cody, my youngest. He just wanted him for a pet.
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