July 20th & 21st

Days 202 and 203 —  Yesterday — rainy and cool so decided to do more housecleaning.  Took on the main living room.  Got up close and personal with the upper windows and am looking at some re-caulking work and painting before winter.  Those window really need to be replaced, but. . .

Am continuing on my clean and purge routine.  It’s such a great feeling!  The wall unit in the living room where I keep just about everything under the sun was a big job.  I threw out a a TON of outdated manuals and junk that had accumulated over the past 23 years.  I can’t believe how much crap we stick in drawers!  I also packed away some things that just didn’t need to be collecting dust anymore.

When I got to the bottom cupboards I discovered the photo albums we used to put all our pictures in.  Looked through them quickly, got a little teary and though my intent had been to pack them up, I just couldn’t.  It’s wonderful to look back on all those pictures and see the young us.  Tim, fresh-faced with a look of eagerness and excitement in his eyes; Landon, so young with all those beautiful red curls he had as a baby and toddler — and always with a big, beautiful smile.  And, then, there’s the young me.  Looking, I thought, often far too serious, and much, much thinner.  I had smiles too, though, and it made my heart ache (just for a moment) for all those years gone.  I love my family.  I love that I have these pictures of us.  I now have a pile of pictures that need going through and placing in those albums.  Another rainy-day project.

Today was quiet.  Tim had to work and I just putzed about.  At noon I went and picked up my youngest grandson and had him come visit for the afternoon.  We worked in the yard and then I made us strawberry milkshakes.  After we played UNO and he beat me.  Four years old and already a card-shark!  I loved having that one-on-one time with him.  Doesn’t happen very often with any of them anymore.  I’m going to have to work on changing that.

I chose a new book.  It’s Full Dark, No Stars by Stephen King.  A summer just isn’t a summer if I don’t get at least one SK book in.  He is my writing hero.  This book is a collection of short stories — novellas, really — and I just finished the first one.  1922 is a grim little story about being careful about what you wish for.  Vintage Stephen King.  I loved it,  though some parts were a little squeamish — but then, that’s why he’s the master.

And now, it’s off to bed.  Hope I don’t have nightmares.

June 18th & 19th

Days 170 and 171 — Quiet days.  Work is slogging along — everyone can feel the end is near, we just can’t quite see it yet. . .

Attended my youngest grandson’s Pre-school ‘grad’ last night.  Very cute.  But you can tell that the little ones are done.  Ethan spent part of the performance — which wasn’t even 10 minutes long — crawling around on his hands and knees after another little guy who ran and squealed with laughter.  It was hilarious.

Had intended to go for an evening walk, didn’t have the energy.  My throat is bothering me again, but I think poplar fuzz might be the culprit this time.

Sigh.

June 13th

Day 165 — Apparently, I was a little too optimistic about my recovery from this flu.  There was no return to work yesterday.  And not today, either.  I am continuing to feel better, though, so there is that.  I’ll be back on Monday — for sure.

Yesterday was my middle grandson’s birthday.  Timmy turned 6.  I amazed at how much he has grown and blossomed in the last year.  An incredible child — glad I could be there to share in his day.

June 4th

Day 156 — A gorgeous, though windy, day.  Work went smoothly, though it’s getting harder and harder to motivate the kids.  They’re done.  They don’t want to be in school anymore.  Neither do most of the staff.  But it’s not that much longer — a few weeks — and let’s face it, teachers will try to get the kids outside as much as possible.  So, it’s not that terrible, really.

Spent an hour and a bit last night watching my youngest grandson at soccer.  These little guys are so cute.  They don’t actually play soccer — just run around with a ball and play a few games like “What Time is it Mr. Wolf? and Red Light, Green Light”. Honestly though, I think  the biggest attraction for them is when they get to break for snack.  You’d think they’d never seen a wedge of watermelon or a slice of orange before!  It’s hilarious.  But all part of that group social activity they need at that age.

It was a nice little break in my otherwise work-overload week.  I sat on the grass, smiled and even managed to read a few pages of my book.  Score!