Monday, September 30, 2013

Creepy Time

One of the very best parts of living "in the country" is our golf cart journeys through the corn fields.  They have introduced us..up close..to many birds and critters that we certainly wouldn't have encountered on Main Street.  Our rides give us the venue to sing at the top of our lungs, find new lyrics for over the "ditch" and through the corn to Grandmother's house we go!" and watch the splendor of our resident eagles.  (And they are ours.. we've adopted them since we have fed them, photographed them, nurtured them, shared them and named them!!)  We've picnicked by the inlet, documented the corn's growth and even studied the circle of life.  On our trip this week-end we came across something that definitely didn't conform to our earthy, little piece of nature.




THIS:

In the which one of these does not belong worksheet of the great outdoors, we'd be circling this.  Personally, I have watched way too many crime and mystery shows and read way too many suspense novels.  First and foremost, this was not on the trail on our last ride and it was not partially buried.  Someone's been riding on our trail!  I'm already looking for other evidence as I'm sure there was a crime committed wearing this. A bank surely was robbed, a home invasion took place, somebody was abducted or someone was cleaning out their Halloween tote...in September and decided to discard only one item in the far reaches of a corn field.  All of this supposition is swirling in my mind while trying to make plausible explanations to a 6 year old. I think I failed miserably. Each random idea was met with, "Well that doesn't make much sense, Grandma!" So, yesterday we took another ride to show Mom.  All of the time, hoping it was still there as that would have been just way too creepy...even for me!  It was and now 3 of us are conjuring up scenarios that would scare Stephen King.

I've basically written it off as another randomly strange event but I did peruse the paper this morning for any strange, illegal or random acts of eeriness that might have occurred over the past week.  There were also, no ads in the lost and found for a creepy, green haired, missing bank robbery mask!  I'm hoping when the combine arrives in the next few weeks, body parts won't be revealed.  I love a good mystery.....in somebody else's backyard!!!


Thursday, September 26, 2013

An apple for the teacher....Naaaa...just the core!

For the past few days, I have been busy and wee bit stressed....to the core, the Common Core.  Bailee 's class (and all 2nd graders) took their first math module test since their arrival into second grade.....and hell. These 6-7 year olds were presented with a test that covered some things that had been discussed and others that were yet to be introduced.  In my opinion, it was a test to gauge their ability to handle failure and defeat... What a charming, fun and upbeat way to start their 3rd year of school and their fall return to structured learning.  I've had the opportunity to chat with a few students, of various ages and grade levels, and asked them how school was this year.. ALL BUT ONE, said my teacher yells a lot.  Hmm...we're blessed with some pretty great teachers in our small town and this broad broom is sweeping not only students but their teachers into a dusty swirl of stress, confusion, defeat and frustration.  One educator admitted that most of the grade level would do poorly... Peachy!

I can only speak from the perspective one child....this little gal loves school, is an excellent student, grasps instruction well and retains it.  She loves chapter books, games that involve thinking, being the banker in Monopoly,  saving money and doing her own banking and playing school in the summer.  This same child, was so dejected and defeated during this math test that she began crying to the point of being physically sick.  Way to go NYS...another fine mess you've gotten us into!!!  I was nervously anticipating this outcome when I began to read about the Common Core curriculum many months ago.  I found it perplexing that learning math facts, spelling words and cursive were no longer a part of primary learning but Ancient Egypt, Mesopotamia, the War of 1812 and the Civil War.....were.

If we lose these children and their love of learning now.....we're in serious trouble.  Bailee has been sad, clingy and not the outgoing, energetic child she was last week.. That just plain pisses me off and a po'd Grandma with little vocal restraint is probably not the best combination. I know there will be those who profess that school shouldn't be just one big play day, you can only make so many things out of playdoh and coloring is overrated.... Believe it or not there are things to be learned in each of those mundane activities.  Once again I repeat, if we lose them now, we may not get them back...

There is a district wide curriculum meeting next week and I'll be there.  I'll try to use my built in governor to manage my remarks but it's been on the fritz  lately.  It's working about as well as our state governor and his legislature... A governmental body that has little business (or knowledge) regulating and mandating the educating of our children.....any more than educators should be legislating!

Monday, September 23, 2013

Technologically challenged

I've always embraced a good challenge....like finding a product at a lower price, or researching just the perfect gift.  I will hunt down an address or phone number and stalk Google until the perfect airplane fare pops up.  I'll sort through pictures until I find the one where Dad is wearing his plaid pants and I'll find that pair of curtains that perfectly matches that ottoman.  I will even read all I can find about Common Core just to understand how the hell to " DRAW to explain how to add 7 and 6 by making ten!!" ( I'm still looking..)   but other things like technology, are trying my patience.  For instance:  I clicked change on my yahoo home page at the very same instant my delayed brain was reading that if I did so I could never (and that's a very long time) change back to my old, familiar page.  I should have put more value in the word home and realized that I liked it just the way it was.  Now I'm in a quandary about whether or not o change my operating system on my phone from ios6 to ios7!  If I change it, to get all those "great new features", will I ever again be able to find my wonderful old features that took me the past 6 months to be friends with?  My nephew, the computer genius, says to just "run a full backup to my PC first. When you install IOS7, plug into power source but not your PC so it doesn't auto backup after the fact." If I could do that, I'd be working at NASA and not worrying how to get my Candy Crush app back on my home screen!  I've owned an iPhone for a few years and am still unable to sync it....except for the time I was doing dishes while trying to text and it slipped......! Today I decided to order a new TiVo...(another technological device that I could not live without but am only able to operate the inaugural version.)  This model will allow me to tape 4 shows at one time.........................but their seasons may well have ended by the time I learn how to do it!
I really want to take on these challenges and be the cool senior citizen (another oxymoron) that can talk on the phone, watch TV and update all my cool devices without appearing demented and incapable.  I fear my biggest challenge will be the admission that there are things I cannot do.  I do, however; know that adding 7 + 6 makes 13 and has nothing to do with art or ten..of this I'm sure!

Friday, September 20, 2013

World Gratitude Day

As if we don't have enough things to celebrate................well, we don't!  There is never too much to be celebrate and be thankful for.  Tomorrow is World Gratitude Day.  I googled the origin to see when, where and how it began.  As is the norm in this crazy world, there were TWO given credit....

  1. www.nydailynews.com/life-style/horoscopes/world...
    World Gratitude Day falls on September 21, 2010, and was started in 1977 by the United Nations Meditation Group.
  2. plexusworld.com/2013/09/world-gratitude-day-september-21   Cached
    A Brief History of World Gratitude DayWorld Gratitude Day was launched in 1965 at the International East-West Center in Hawaii during a Thanksgiving Dinner hosted ...

    Whichever is correct, gratitude has been shown in various ways long before 1965.  I've always professed my thoughts on such things as Thank-You notes, phone calls of thanks and now in the age of social media, an email, post or tweet.  I believe that Thank You is one of the most important phrases (ever) followed by I Love You and You're Welcome. Please and Thank you are two of the very first things we teach children.You're never too young ( or too old) to learn to be grateful and folks will never tire of hearing it.  It's as nice to be appreciated as it is to appreciate others.  It makes us happy and being happy is a very good thing.

    We are grateful for a beautiful little almost 7 year old who is slowly acquiring some attitude.  We have a little saying around here and it appears to be working.....especially when it's accompanied by that look from Grandma!  A little less attitude and a little more gratitude.    She gets it...and we appreciate that!

    So thank you to all who turn on their computers, iPads and phones and tune into the musings of an old, wannabe writer.  I appreciate all the wonderful and encouraging comments and as long as I can remember my passwords and have still have some sense of humor and humility, I'll be typing how I feel and what I think...shocker!`

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Oh Poop, It was a Dream

Do you dream?  Do you remember them?  Do you even want to remember them.... ?  I seem to always dream after I've been awakened and drifted back to sleep.  I think it's generally the wee hours of the morning.  Sometime, they're good and I wonder if I went back to sleep, if they'd continue.  Others are sketchy, some are frightening and others, like last night (or this morning), were just plain weird! Let me take you there...if you dare:

I am a relative success in the movie business.  I have written the screenplay, I'm directing the movie and THANK YOU GOD, I am not starring in it.  Are you ready for the title?.....................................
"Even Porn Stars Poop!"  Really?  WTF in a very big way.  It's a very benign story of a porn star who is a real life, stay at home Mom of 3.  She appears to be single (except at night) and the story is her quest to remain just like everyone else...semi- normal!  She manages to keep her night job a secret until one day a short video appears on................................wait for it...................................Face Book.
Apparently the FB censors hadn't yet seen it and it was still up....so to speak. Living in a small town, the news was out.  The posts were favorable except for the terminal haters who didn't like anybody or anything and least of all they hated success.  It appears this woman was also on the local school board..uh oh! (how would those deep subconscious scenes emerge) and they were now threatening to have her removed.....

I awoke just as the Board was voting and have absolutely no idea what happened to this lovely, hardworking, young woman.  I'm thinking I should search through Amazon and find a book on what your dreams mean. On the other hand, it just might be that I watched too many episodes of the Client List and Peyton Place, too many laxative commercials or listened to Harper Valley PTA just one too many times.  I am thankful that, even in my dreams, I'm a successful writer.  I may have to spend a little more time on my titles!

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Kids get off "Scott" free.....

A little nip is in the air....  32 degrees this morning on the bank as I weaved my way through buses, backpacks and builders.  Some kids were bundled up in jackets and hats while others were marching into school with tank tops and shorts.  It's kind of sad that the 1000+ students in our schools aren't sent off on their day with a warm breakfast, a kiss on the cheek and the once over!  I'm sure most of my generation remembers that.  That was back "in the day" when you could actually tell the teachers from the students and the students actually were taught to care about what they looked like......at home!  Maybe in my Jr. and Sr. year we had teachers who occasionally donned a pair of jeans but most still had the shirt and tie..... jackets were fading but the attire was appropriate to earn respect.  Even as I type I'm thinking what an old fuddy duddy I've turned out to be.  It just doesn't seem right that when you lift your arms, your belly should show and I will never get the whole droopy drawers syndrome...I don't ever want to see your underwear and I surely never want to see your ass.  Who lets a child leave the house for anywhere, much less school, dressed like that? Now don't get me wrong, I'm not really a pro uniform kind of gal but I get the perks. I also know the "some people have to work for a living" argument is being screamed at me vociferously but really we could use a few more Dads like Scott Mackintosh from Utah He understood that a picture, or a family outing, is worth a thousand lectures. He explained: "I'm a firm believer that the way we dress sends messages about us, and it influences the way we and others act," Mackintosh wrote in a blog post explaining his action. "My teenage daughter day after day continues to wear clothing that I, as her father, feel is inappropriate and immodest."
Unfortunately, as my Mother always preached, "You're judged by the company you keep" and more often than not....by the way you dress.  It doesn't take money. It actually doesn't even take brains.  It's mostly a matter of self respect......and once again...common sense!

Monday, September 16, 2013

Fun + friends + fire + food = Fair Haven :-)

Our chief cook and bottle washer♥

the campfire...perfect

Hey, even pigs like to camp:-)

Hillbilly horse racers

Much calmer "seas" on Sunday
Another great Fair Haven week-end is in the books.  As always, the weather was "fair", the food was fantastic and the friends were more than fun!!!

Friday, September 13, 2013

On the Road Again

Time for one of our two annual treks in Jerome (the Motorhome.)  It has rained 26 hours..."Hey, let's go camping!" WTH....The frig is full of nutritional meals and snacks...NOT!  clothes are packed for 50-60 temps....which is actually fine with me and my aging carcass, both Kindles are fully charged and loaded with page turning fiction, phone chargers are on board because what's camping without Face Book?, bloody mary fixings are close at hand and air fresheners are plugged in as this is the closest we have had to sleep in 12 months... (gas masks are optional).  Doesn't this all sound like more fun than you could possibly imagine?  Thankfully, we'll have great friends there to share in the solitude of fall camping, the camaraderie of campfires and stories that always make us laugh....OK, maybe it's the booze:-)

Have a great fall week-end:-)

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

12 years later....


84th floor  west office  12 trapped



We all remember where we were when we heard (or saw) what was happening in NYC.  (well some of us remember:-(  Each year on the anniversary, there appears another gut wrenching story of survival, remembrance or heroism.  This year's stand out goes to the family of Randy Scott.  He worked on the 84th floor of Tower Two which is the floor that presumably took the direct hit of the second plane. His family believed for many years, a decade plus, that he must have and hopefully had perished instantly.  Not so............... several months ago Mrs. Scott was notified of this note and the DNA proof that it belonged to her husband, Randy.  It was found early that day, kept in a safe place and later identified to have been touched and ultimately written by Mr. Scott. The red blotch is Randy's blood. He did not die instantly and most likely suffered.  Mrs. Scott decided that their 3 daughters would be better equipped to handle the news after all had completed college and given a few extra months to continue to heal and mature.
This is just another of thousands of stories that will continue to remind us of the strength of enumerable people that day. The stories will never get old as will the thousands who died that day. I hope that along with the ancient Egyptians, Mesopotamia, the American and World Wars and the things that New York Legislators deem to be relevant to our educational curriculum, they will remember to include the importance of respect, honor, loyalty, patriotism, forgiveness, and peace.  I am fearful these are no longer innate traits but rather acquired ones. We will remember!

Monday, September 9, 2013

Milestone Birthday Week-end:-)

Friday evening we celebrated our great niece, Gabby's 13th birthday.  Her Mom served up a scrumptious meal followed by gifts, cake and yummy # 13 cookies.  Gabby has blossomed into a beautiful, outspoken (apple fell straight from two trees), intelligent, young woman.  Where did those 13 years go?



Saturday, we were off to help Miss Leah Leonard ( I think that's a perfect name for a movie star) celebrate her first birthday.  We were greeted by more delicious food, refreshing libation and great company! Lucky Leah got a new house for her birthday :-)  I think they will all love the country and enjoy each new day there.



Next, we were off to our old necking spot where great friends have built a spectacular home....Cheese Factory Road!  Eddie and Lora welcomed their friends and family for a celebration of 50 years for Eddie.  They are an amazing couple who have earned the friendship, admiration and love of friends and family. Another great party!



Of course, we needed yesterday to recuperate...OK I did!.. Lee was off to shoot in the morning and enjoy a golf tournament in the afternoon.  I watched football.............shocker! From noon until 10:30 I screamed at the TV, jumped up and down (literally), threw my own personal penalty marker (mostly at the refs), was disappointed in the Bills, flabbergasted at the Jets, happy about the 49ers and really pissed at the Giants.  Tonight I will be rooting for RGIII and his Redskins.  I figure he only needs 15 TD's to beat Resa Dee in Fantasy Football.  Hey, on any given........Monday!

Friday, September 6, 2013

Oh, I remember......................

http://www.nbcnews.com/health/alzheimers-extracts-high-price-caregivers-too-8C11070658


Oh I remember, seems like three pretty simple words.. NOT so!  Who would ever have thought that remembering could be such a vital part of life.  Simple, everyday forgetfulness becomes more and more scary after you've heard (or lived) the horror stories of dementia and Alzheimer's.  After reading Jim's, I can find no fault in his honesty!  More so, I laud him for having the balls to make such an admission.  We are all so very guilty of saying what we feel folks want to hear, to be politically correct and to be seen as the basic "good guy."  Jim Crabtree is the basic good guy!

My situation leaves me fortunate.  My Dad had the foresight and the means to have provided for my Mom throughout their life and after his death.  Finances have not been an issue, so far, in the care and comfort of my Mom but logistics have been.  The beginning decisions were made by necessity and the moves have to date been strategic.  It began with baby steps.. some hourly daycare, some brochures left precariously on a table, some visits to assisted living facilities nearby, some gentle coaxing and suggestions from her physician and finally a St. Patrick's Day dinner followed by the comment, "Where's the bar?"  We have a winner!  Once she had made the decision, all the prior planning and critical maneuvering went into action.  Step One...check!  The rest of the plan was easy compared to the initial move.  Fast forward 4 years and we've made the move to a nursing facility.  For all we can tell, (and we're 5 months into year 2) she is content and physically in great shape.  The fluff stops there.  Each visit greets us with a blanker (is that a word?) stare.  We wish we could know what, if anything, is behind those questioning eyes.  There's no recognition, that we know.  Her days are filled with shuffling up and down the hallways in her wheelchair...that resulting from lack of exercise and a brain that barely remembers how to tell her knees to bend.  The basic skill of using utensils is a thing of the past and only soft food is allowed after her bottom plate was misplaced...never to return.  Here you have a woman who never even hit the local grocery store without matching shoes (to her outfit, not each other :-) and earrings now wearing mismatched clothing, someone else's shoes and a bib. 
I have to make myself go there.  I'm not proud of that.  I visit weekly and stay around a half hour.  I most often take Jess.  She is remarkable.  I have no worries about my elder care days.  She will be with me.  I also feel no guilt in not having Mom live with us.  I could not do it!  I am not totally without guilt, however.  Many times the phone will ring and it displays "Groton Nursing Facility."  It's often at night when calls come. I take a deep breath and a sliver of me hopes the news will be that Mom drifted off to sleep or never woke up.  That's as close to my outside voice as I'll probably ever get.  Then happily, the news will be, your Mom slid out of her chair, but she's fine or even your Mom pulled the fire alarm.. AGAIN and the fire dept. has just left!  I smile, thank them and hope that Mom enjoyed the sirens and the visit from the fine firemen of Groton Volunteer Fire Dept.  One day the news will be different.  I may cry but I won't be sad because thankfully, I can remember!



When Jim Crabtree learned last May that his mother and wife had been shot by his father, who then committed suicide, he felt not horror, but relief.
Crabtree had been struggling to take care of his 62-year-old wife, Rita, who was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease six years earlier. His parents were able to watch after her each day while he was at work. But his mother, 80, was forced to use to a wheelchair with severe joint pain and arthritis and his 84-year-old dad had begun to develop dementia.
“My father shot my mother and then he shot my wife and then he shot himself,” Crabtree told NBC’s Maria Shriver. “It sounds like a horrible violent end, but in actuality it was an euthanasia that my father did. It was a great gift that my father was able to give me. He ended my Alzheimer’s and elder care issues at once.”
Like many Alzheimer’s caregivers, Crabtree felt stretched to the breaking point.
“It’s the kind of stretch you get living your life on a treadmill,” he said. “Just when you think you got things in order, something else comes up and you have to run a little bit farther and a little bit faster, but you never get ahead. You’re just scrambling around trying to figure out how you’re going to solve all these problems.”
Although rare, there are other murder-suicide cases involving caregivers and their charges. It’s a sign of how stressful the job is, said Linda Ercoli, director of geriatric psychology at the Semel Institute at the University of California, Los Angeles.
“It’s like having a second job that is 24-7 on top of whatever else you’re dealing with in life,” she told NBCNews.com.
Even his job as an emergency room nurse didn’t prepare 55-year-old Jim Crabtree for the overwhelming triple burden of caring for a wife with Alzheimer’s, a father descending into dementia and a mother with crippling arthritis.
Those burdens are so great they can shave years off the life of caregivers, experts say. In fact, one study showed that compared to others, caregiver spouses aged 66 to 96 had a 63 percent higher mortality rate, Ercoli said.
“Unlike many other types of things, Alzheimer’s comes with an uncontrollability that really extracts a price,” said Dr. Richard Schulz, a professor of psychiatry at the University of Pittsburgh Medical Center. “And there is a vigilance component from having to be on guard all the time. That in and of itself can be very stressful.”
Add to that the length of time caregivers are on the job – on average eight years, but sometimes as long as 20 – and you’ve got years of chronic stress, Ercoli said.
Making matters worse, the demands of caregiving often result in social isolation as caregivers disconnect from other family and friends because they feel they have no time to keep up these relationships, Schulz said.
Under that heavy burden a caregiver’s emotional state can bounce from helplessness to exhaustion to anger. And that anger can be directed toward the patient if the caregiver doesn’t understand the disease well enough to realize that some of the annoying behaviors are simply symptoms of illness.
The high levels of anger and frustration often felt by caregivers is one reason Ercoli suggests all guns be removed and sharp objects be locked up. Violence isn’t uncommon in homes where an Alzheimer’s patient is being cared for, the geriatric psychologist said. Studies have found that while about 5 percent of caregivers are sometimes violent with their charges, nearly 16 percent of patients are sometimes violent with their caregivers.
That’s not the only risk caregivers face. Along with a higher death rate, they also are at increased risk of immune system problems and cancer.
And then there’s the ever-mounting stress, which many caregivers don’t recognize since they’re so caught up in the day-to-day survival.
“You can go to the Alzheimer’s Association [website] and actually take a test to find out how many signs of caregiver stress you have,” Ercoli said. “It can be very eye opening.”
While many derive satisfaction caring for a loved one in the early stages of the disease, that satisfaction can dwindle as Alzheimer’s progresses, robbing patients of their personalities, Schulz said. “People talk about the loss of self,” he explained. “The person you used to know disappears and for many people that is a really distressing aspect. They don’t recognize the person any more.”
That rings true for Crabtree, who said “Rita at the end was an empty vessel,” one he nevertheless had to care for. Until his father ended her life – and his own.
Crabtree said other caregivers have empathized with his situation – and the relief he felt.
“They’ll come up to me … quietly [and] say, ‘Jim I’m really sorry, but you know, I’m kind of envious … You got out easy. You didn’t have to go the last mile,’” he said.
Reactions like this are more understandable when you consider the strain on caregivers’ mental health. Some 40 percent to 70 percent suffer from depression, Ercoli said. And in others, the stress boosts anxiety. Treatment for anxiety and depression can ease a caregiver’s distress, but often people don’t feel comfortable asking for help.
“People kind of just take it,” Ercoli said. “They don’t even share with their doctors.”
Experts say caregivers need to reach out to others for support – whether it’s help in caring for the patient or just with house cleaning and shopping for groceries. But even with help, caregiving is the toughest job most people will ever have.
“People don’t say, ‘I survived Alzheimer’s,’” Crabtree said. “We are the survivors. I survived caregiving.”

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Welcome to 2nd grade

It's here.. the start to another great year.  Second grade was one of my favorites and I hope the same for B.  It was a beautiful morning with blue skies and a sunny smile.  I only took 60 photos....each one as important as the last:-)  Here are a few;
Good Luck call from Papa

The 2nd grade "do"

Second Grade

"A real desk"

2nd grade Grandma ♥

Pretty in Paisley

Ms. Moraghan & B

2nd grade Mom

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

The Night Before School






One of my favorite days (and nights) was the one just before a brand new school year.  I remember a little about each year, even kindergarten.  We were always still at the lake so the bus wasn't a factor till mid October.  Of course, we had the new clothes, the new sneakers, new underwear and the new supplies.  Supplies were nothing and I mean nothing like what is mandatory today. A pencil or two, a Bic pen, crayons and maybe a composition notebook.  In high school we had to have combination locks for our gym lockers.  I never quite understood that. Who, in their right mind, would want to steal our gym suits...yep, they were pretty bad....one piece, royal blue with snaps. I believe that 7th grade was the beginning of my recurring "nightmare" of not being able to find my locker and then not remembering the combination. That dream was as regular as prune juice at Grandma's for SIX long years, but, back to first day eve.  There was never a bedtime confrontation.  The final decision was made on the outfit, it was laid neatly on the chair with shoes and socks placed on the floor below.  A fireman couldn't have been more proud or more ready to jump into this outfit at the sound of an alarm.  Nine hours of fitful sleep and that alarm would ring.  Breakfast was on the table and then it was time..... The annual first day of school photos. We were clean, coiffed and complacent.  Each year, with the lake in the background we smiled our biggest smiles. Even through the teeth straightening years, we braced for flashbulbs, Instamatics and Polaroids.  Being taught well and being the apple (for the teacher) that didn't fall far from the tree, my kids endured the same ritual.  The bottom step on the staircase showed their growth spurts, hairstyle changes and even blossoming personalities.  I occasionally allowed them to pick out their outfits (at least they believed it was their choice!)  They routinely balked at the ritual but enjoyed it nonetheless and now they love reminiscing.
So tonight will be early to bed for Generation B.  New clothes laid out, hairstyle chosen, backpack loaded and 2nd grade on the horizon.  Grandma will be there bright and early with camera(s) in hand and a tear in her eye.  The annual spot is blooming and ready with colorful roses of Fuzzy... (It's actually a Rose of Sharon bush but faithful Fuzzy the hamster was laid to rest (and fertilize) there! 
Only one more sleep and the learning and fun begins again.  Those were the days!






Monday, September 2, 2013

Empty Nest...kind of

What a great 10 days we had having Jeff home.The kids cooked some awesome meals, the men were off to Turning Stone for a few days, the whole crew (wow..5 of us) ate together, shot together, mowed together, sacrificed a chicken together (( maybe not all of us.. I closed the doors, covered my eyes and plugged my ears), learned to yo-yo together, cooked together, played cards together, golfed together, showed off during Jeopardy together, reminisced together and chilled together....and we still like each other...cool!! Bailee loves her time with her Uncle Jeff. We concur that uncles ROCK! And then the good byes arrive...is that an oxymoron?  Regardless they suck with a capital S.  I know Grandmas probably shouldn't say "Suck" but it's just plain the right word.  I think it's time that we rethink this 700 miles separation thing...it just doesn't seem to appear to be working......at least for me.  Everyday I read all of Face Book's profound "live each day to the fullest", "remember to always tell those who mean the most that you love them", "Life is short" realities... Well then I think we should all be closer than 700 miles...There should be a minimum distance that a child is able to separate from it's Mom.  It should be a rule! Heck it should be a commandment!!!  We could promise that we wouldn't meddle, wouldn't criticize and would only offer advice when it's solicited.  In return, they would check in regularly, hug us without the eye roll and remember that our memory, eyesight and hearing aren't what they used to be...Although the eyes in the back of our heads are still functioning. I guess I ask for a lot but it seems I need you just as much or more than I did when you and I were younger. I really don't want to clip your wings.....I just want you closer to the nest♥
chatting


Stare down

Bullseye

A Dad, his son and his tractor ♥