Friday, October 27, 2017


Greetings from Colorado, where we had minor snow flurries yesterday, and snow is forecast for Halloween. It’s such a relief to be away from the heat at home. Much of California is wilting under 90 plus temps! Not. Right. October is supposed to be the time for heavy sweaters, knit hats and wool socks under sturdy boots. Isn’t there an actual law citing this?

I’m up early this morning because the family is, well, working and in school. Baby Dylan has already been taken to day care before the sun came up! Eden is off to school shortly, and we did get some cuddle time watching cartons while he devoured his breakfast PB&J. I’ve got a load of laundry going, and I feel positively productive. Not my usual morning routine. At all. I am so many years removed from child rearing, my daughters own young life seems a distant dream.  I do remember the unrelenting tasks and responsibilities, tempered by the joy of having a mostly delightful child.

All these years later, I get to be a doting grandmother of 2 children who show the promise of making it successfully through the maze of childhood. Only time will tell, but they are off to a gtreat start.  We should all be so lucky to have loving and thoughtful parents, ample material resources, and freedom to just be children.

My daughter teaches at a high school where many of her students have not been so fortunate. We were food shopping yesterday and she picked up supply of chocolate and peanut butter protein bars for her students. They get so hungry in the afternoon and who can concentrate while in the pit of your stomach you are sick for nourishment?

I remember coming home from high school with my sisters and making PBJ sandwiches. Sometimes we’d go through most of a loaf of bread, we were so ravenous. Dinner was 2 or 3 hour’s away and we ate that, too, no problem.  I hear that teenage boys can be like a swarm of locusts in a household.  My nephews are all well over 6 feet tall, and I know they used to eat a lot of food and forget to alert their parents that the cupboards were in need of replenishment. Oops. Back out to the store went the weary parents, or, resigned, called for take-out.

But most of us made it through, didn’t we? There was the cousin who died of cancer in his early thirties, and the cousin who was killed in a single car accident on a country road just prior to joining  the local fire department at 21 years of age. Oh, and the cousin wait, it’s too gruesome and I’m not going spoil everyone’s Friday with that.

Let’s just say there’s a lot for me to feel greatful for, and boy howdy, do I.

Get yer Friday on, Readers, and make it a good one.


  1. Colorado is so beautiful. Really lovely that you get to spend time with your sweet family in such a grand place. I'm hoping the heatwaves will have passed by the time you get home. We hit 82 here a few days ago, but back down to 60s now. Have a wonderful journey!

  2. Friends of mine had a child who ate very little. The doctor told them "it's God's way of letting you save up for when he's a teenager" this proved to be only too true as by the age of thirteen he was eating enough to sustain two adults. Enjoy Colorado, kids and kin.

  3. So glad you are out of the merciless heat. Have a fun time. I recall when my son ran cross-country. He and his friends could go through a loaf of bread, large jar of peanut butter and a gallon of milk in a sitting.