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A llama has moved into my neighborhood. Actually it's taken up residence in my yard. To be more precise, it's living on top of my carriage house. (My home was built in 1925 along with the carriage house.) Yep, a smiling llama beaming with joy (obviously happy with his new digs,) is standing tall on the roof of my carriage house this very minute. His smile is infectious. Eventually, I may even invite him into my home. The (Dali) llama (my son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren named him) doesn't have much of an appetite, and he'd be an easy houseguest to move from one room to another when I'm vacuuming, because he's on wheels.
My grown son is a talented practical jokester. He's not a planner, his funnies are spur-of-the-moment ideas. Yesterday when he was driving by a school, instead of seeing a llama sitting on the curb waiting for trash day, my son envisioned the llama sitting on top of my carriage house. Made out of paper mache and wood, the llama is life size and heavy--not to mention the wheels. How he managed to haul that llama up to the top of the carriage house, I'm not sure. No doubt about it, the joke was hilarious. And to my surprise, I've fallen in love with that crazy llama. I may even put a collar and leash on my new pet and walk (roll) him around the neighborhood. (Craziness runs in our family.)
The most memorable practical joke my son ever pulled off was on the day of my mother's funeral. Our family was staying with my mother's husband, Ron. He appreciated the company, but I know we drove him a little crazy, too. Especially my grown son's bad habit of leaving half-filled water bottles around the house. Personally it drives me nuts, too, because you don't know whose bottle it is, so you have to dump it out. But in the midst of a funeral, half-filled water bottles didn't seem all that important.
Surrounded by friends and family at the reception, Ron knew eventually we'd have to say good-bye, and I could see it in his eyes that he was a little nervous about going home and walking into an empty house. But thanks to my son, Ron didn't have to.
We said our good-byes, and an hour later as we were driving to the airport, my cell phone rang and it was Ron, laughing hysterically--at least for a few minutes. Unbeknownst to my husband and me, our son had left the reception earlier in the day, snuck into Ron's house, took all 47 water bottles out of the recycle bin, filled them half-full of water and strategically placed them in every room of the house.
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