Bucket...Jump!

Bringing my porch with me..

I just spent a few days with my brothers and sisters for a grad party. It was so much fun for me. I have not spent enough time with them since I moved so very far away. I brought my camper and we all watched a movie together in it, cozy and like old times. I miss being a part of their daily lives. We have grown apart. I hoped my girls would live in the same town with me but history has repeated itself (again). We all live so far from each other. We get together but life and miles keep us from being part of everyday lives....the one regret of my life.

Lilacs near the porch

A safe place...

   Her name is a word for a safe place...I chased her for the last few days to get one good photo. She is fast and fearless and three years old! She loves tea parties on my old front porch and eating! Hiding from her Granny is her newest form of entertainment. Not as much fun for me! Within hours of her birth she had surgery to connect her esophagus to her stomach...within days she pulled out her own feeding tube and took a bottle. She cried silently because of damage to her vocal chords. We did not know if she could ever eat solid foods or talk. She has been eating solid foods for almost a year now (swallow therapy and true grit) and talking nonstop with perfect diction for two years. She is one of my heroes...

Watering can

Lake Superior

Four of our grandkids ran into the 40 degree water so Granny could take a picture!! Lake Superior doesn't warm up even though it was 97 degrees because of an unusual May south wind. Last week they were catching snowflakes . One of the girls asked me, "How close to ninety are you, Gran?" I am "only" fifty-nine so I wanted to know if I looked like ninety? She said no she was just hoping it was a long time yet before her Gran turned 90!

The Geometry of Sisters...

I wish I belonged to a book club. I enjoy reading. Sometimes I need to talk about what I read. This book by LuAnn Rice is about estranged sisters and a daughter who when she is in trouble patterns her behavior after her mom & her sister. The pain caused by these two separate but equally damaging behaviors is dreadful for the sisters. It makes me miss my sisters. We all moved so far from each other. We just barely keep in touch. See each other only a couple times a year. Not at all part of each other's daily lives. How, I wonder, did this happen? I love these people but I don't feel like I know them very well anymore. Now my own daughters live all over the country and have to work hard to keep in touch with their sisters. I hoped we would all be neighbors maybe live in the same town...instead we travel for holidays and vacations. They do a better job than I did with my sisters and they have a Mom to help. once in a while a book starts me thinking...