Sunday, April 22, 2007

Sunday, Sunday

A lazy day spent reading (Withering Heights by Dorothy Cannell) and napping (on the couch with the dog). Late in the afternoon I turned on the tv and sat down to fold laundry, and that's when the phone rang. It was DD calling to say, "We have pancake mix and bacon. Do you want to fix supper?" So they came down and I made pancakes and bacon for supper. A friend at work had given me Apple Pie syrup--it carries the Safeway label, and tastes just like the juicy part of an applie pie! It went pretty fast between the three of them. I made do with my sugar free maple syrup.

It was a nice evening, relaxed and simple. I'm noticing more and more lately how much I miss having a family to take care of. Jack wears me out, of course, but beyond that I miss the focus that having people around the house gives to me.

In four weeks my Wonderful Son will graduate from Law School. I'm so proud I could bust. I was there when he graduated high school, of course, and Cassie and I went to Monterey when he finished DLI for the Air Force. Now I get to see him graduate with his D.J. Now, at first, I was sure that meant that he was going to be on the radio, but he says no, it stands for Doctor of Jurisprudence. I said, "Steve, you are the first doctor in the family!" He said it's not that kind of doctor. "I wonder if you can help me with my back," I said. "I know I need to lose weight, but until I do that, is there anything you can do for the pain?" He said no, he's not that kind of doctor. So...he is either a D.J. or a doctor, but he won't be on the radio and he won't tell me what to do about my back. I love him, but he can be a little stubborn.

Saturday, April 21, 2007


I've been working on Jack's Christmas stocking for at least two months, and have quite a bit yet to go. The scan shows basically the toe of the piece. Behind the slumbering mouse is a Christmas tree, and to his left are packages. Upon the tree and on 'notes' will be the words "Not a creature was stirring." I found this pattern in the UK magazine, CrossStitcher.

Of course, this was the last of the four stockings I was stitching for my grands, until DD announced that she is pregnant--joyful surprise!--and that she is carrying twins--OMG!!! Now the search is one for two more stocking patterns. I'm pretty sure I could design my own...but will I? Getting around to things seems to be problematic for me. Still, where my grandbabies are concerned, I'm a little more likely to follow through.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Bye G'amma

The twins left today. The 3 year old twin boys who lived across the driveway from Jack. These little boys, who Jack referred to as "Robby and the other Robby," were Jack's sunshine companions. As long as they lived there, every sunny moment the three little boys would be outside on their bikes (which they all referred to as motorcycles), riding and and playing. The other day when the temps were in the high 70s, their moms let them play in the sprinkler. "We pwayed in da spwinkles" Jack told me. He was quite proud that he could turn the "sprinkles" high or low with the faucet.

I know he doesn't understand, and I know he will miss "da boys." It probably hurts me more than it does him. So many changes in his life right now: saying good-bye to his binky, potty-training, new babies in mama's tummy (say what?, and now his buddies moving away. I had grown to love those little boys. They called me G'amma from the beginning, and I was fine with being the neighborhood gramma. I hope another good little friend moves in so Jack won't miss da boys too much.

Who knew I'd turn into such a sap about little ones?

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Of Daydreams...

My cat sits in the window
Watching the falling snow
I thnk she dreams of summer things
That happened a while ago.

One soft white flake might make her think
Of butterflies floating by
Another may remind her
Of moonbeams in the sky.

Or maybe she just sits and dreams
And doesn't think at all
Maybe she just quietly sits
And watches snowflakes fall.

I think I'd like to be my cat
To sit like her and dream
Of all the things I've done or not
And all things in between.

Monday, April 2, 2007

Spring Break

A week to laze around and relax. Time to refresh the spirit and renew the soul. Time to catch up on housework and needlework and reading. I spent half an hour yesterday combing and brushing Abby, my yellow dog. She enjoyed it so much she began making little noises that sounded like "Mmmm..." I took off about half a bag of loose hair--totally amazing to me that a short-haired dog could have that much loose hair. She already was devoted to me, but now I'm tripping over her with every step. I guess we bonded.

On the other hand, now that I have a dog, the backyard needs attention that it didn't need before. I know how to clean it, I just don't know what to do with the landmines when I pick them up.

It's really nice to have a dog again. Abby is exactly the kind of dog I hoped for, too. She is content to lie next to me on the couch while I stitch, she snuggles close on the bed at night. She is calm and peaceful, doesn't get excited about the cat, and is happy to see me when I get home from work. I guess praying about finding the right dog was a good idea.