Sunday, August 28, 2011

Falling

I'm just not ready yet. Summer didn't come until too late this year. I haven't had my fill of hot days, summer storms, the smell of hot tarmac, bees buzzing around my flowers, and all the thousand and one things that compose summer. I think I'll go to Xanadu.

The calendar says that summer is nearly over, and school has even dared to start and take all my interesting grandchildren away from their play. It's my favorite thing to sit and watch their freedom and expression as they play outdoors.

My new granddaughter is born and home from the hospital. What a delight it is to watch her brother and sisters swarm around and take delight in her newness. We had a little scare with her going to NICU after being born, but all is well as long as she keeps eating. Alexis is too sedate a name for her right now, I'll have to think up something . . .

Tomorrow I'm watching two of my girls. Kaydie is into everything. I think she likes to make a mess better than anything else. At least her big sister Sydnie will play and pretty much entertain herself. They are both sweet little girls. Kaydie is just about ready to walk. That isn't surprising considering she's nearly one.

One of the things I must put on my to do list is develop a thicker skin. I don't know why I let the silly, hurtful things people do get to me so much. Maybe I should stop reading my reviews?? Oh well, most of them were nice. A rotten one shouldn't spoil the whole barrel for me. I'll keep telling myself that.

The storm outside tonight is a lazy one. Last night's storm was much more spectacular. The play of lightening is fun to watch as long as it doesn't touch anything. I automatically count the seconds after the flash every time until the thunder rolls.

Ron is already in bed. He had a long tiring day. The house is too quiet. I think that's why I started this blog. At least I can hear the clacking of my fingers on the keyboard. Tomorrow I have to work again, oh blessed work.

I'm hoping my car will last a few months longer. It keeps dying. I think it has an electrical problem. It bums me out that I don't dare take it on longer trips--like to my daughter's house. I miss my daughters who live far away.

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