bragging rights

The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.   ~Johnny Depp

For the past three weeks I have been unequivocally spellbound by a lilliputian angelface, my grandson.  He is so doggone cute and with a personality to boot.  I don’t say this because I’m a grandmother; I say this because it’s true.  Charlie was released from the preemie ward due to his champion achievements in being a baby.  The day he went home to his childhood haunt was a day I’ll never forget and neither will Gramps.  Charlie’s parents didn’t share their news of his impending release, because they wanted to surprise us.  And, surprise us, they did!  When our daughter, Charlie’s mom, wanted to show me the new mamaroo, one that is similar to the one in the hospital, I believe I mumbled something on the order if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.  I was headed to get a cup of coffee.  My daughter insisted that I check out the new mamaroo and guided me over to the little cot.  I saw the top of a tiny blond head and was thinking, toy doll.  I proceeded to move an extension containing a bauble around to this tiny head, and my daughter exclaimed, THAT’S CHARLIE!.  My befuddlement soared to exhilaration.  Yes, Charlie is home.  In his room there are big letters on the wall that spell out, Let the adventures begin!

 

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April love

I have become a member of the one of the most prestigious groups in mankind. I’m dubbing it the Order of Grandparenthood.

What had been a low-key month for me, other than my sewing machine breaking down, turned out to be a month illuminated by the birth of a little man who decided he simply didn’t want to wait for the month of June, his due date.  He decided April 30 is the day he makes his appearance to grab Gran’s heart.  I wondered what significant event shares his birthday, and I discovered that television was broadcasted to the public for the first time from the Empire State Building in 1939.  75 years later, Charlie’s arrival is announced over the world wide global community.  I don’t believe it’s coincidental. Charlie thinks big.

Charlie_and_GranMy heart swells.

 

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I’m just saying…

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.   from Great Expectations

The past 22 days have been spent anticipating spring. There are days when warm sunshine and gentle breezes have invited us to shed our leather biker chaps.  As usual, old man winter is still questioning if he should stay or should he go.  My internal clock is having difficulty adjusting even though we’re in daylight saving time. The icy temps force me to remain indoors to work on craft projects, a bit of baking, cooking a home meal or two, and snoozing.  (It doesn’t have to be inclement weather in order to snooze. But, you get the drift.)  I have resumed my quilting endeavors in preparation for a little guy due in June.  The quilt has the Dr. Seuss theme, Oh, the places you will go.  I will share the completed project in my journal after it has been presented to the parents at the baby shower held in May.  My thoughts periodically are directed towards what I’ll be sharing with my future grandchild.  I become ecstatic at the thought of a little kid calling me, Gran, or whatever sound which might emanate from his tiny lips.  I have been forewarned that we don’t always get the moniker we desire.  At any rate, there are goals to reach in the next several months.  A few days ago I was awakened from my afternoon nap by a cable tv show’s dialogue and heard, he was hitting on old ladies at the supermarket.   It dawned on me that my choice of entertainment was dulling my mind, and I need to shake off this March madness.

I’m delighted to discover my tulips are returning. This year the entire garden area will be redone.

 

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flowers in February

St. Valentine’s Day punctuates the middle of February with a sweet respite from the month’s drab gray.

I was curious to find that expressing romantic love with written messages, flowers, and candy began in the high middle ages, Geoffrey Chaucer’s time.  However, I’m not going to present an historical account of this day, because let’s face it, we’re more interested in the chocolates and flowers.  Flowers are an important element for not only their color and beauty but fragrance.  February would give me the total blahs if it weren’t for the “aromatherapy” of blooms.  Granted bouquets are pricey, but Valentine’s is a great excuse to splurge.  I came across an article that discusses the meaning of various flowers.  Red roses, of course, are always connected with passionate love. But, did you know that if you throw in some white roses among the red, it means a unified relationship? However, roses always double in price this time of year. I was delightfully surprised to read there are alternatives for sending a loving message.  Who doesn’t enjoy pink carnations, which sends the charming expression of “I’ll never forget you.”  These might be the least expensive, but it’s the thought that counts.  Then, there is the ever popular daisy, where one can pluck petals while chanting, “He loves me, he loves me not.”  A little depressing?  Let’s move on to the lily of the valley that is purported to bring good fortune in matters of the heart.  In my opinion, this delicate flower would be suitable for a shy person. Would you believe rosemary doesn’t only belong in your savory dishes but given to aid memory so you’re always fondly remembered?  Sprigs of this herb would be wonderful for seniors.  These are just a few suggestions; there are more.  Are you unattached? Rest assured that it’s been known for women to send themselves a bouquet and then act surprised when it arrives.  With the information provided, now you can be more discriminating with your selection and force everyone to guess the secret message.

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Happy 2014

You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.

~Jack London

And, that is just what I did this first week into the New Year 2014.  I was stuck for months on Level 70 in Candy Crush Saga and felt entrapped in a quagmire of mediocrity.  Other persons on my Facebook friend’s list were passing by onto higher levels as if in a jet stream.  There remained I, doomed in isolation, stuck in a mucky existence with no particular place to go.  A brilliant idea flashed before me.  If my strategic abilities were lacking, why not buy myself out of there?  My first intention was merely paying 99 cents for extra moves, but even that proved fruitless.  I needed more. My attempts to get off the candy board resulted in a total of $3.97, not including added tax.  I got more bang for my buck in buying the “smashing” lollipops. In a few moves, I clubbed my way out of the chocolate and unapologetic for it.  I have a new lease on life.  Happy New Year to all!

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