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| My Two Overachievers |
As her remaining days in East Coast
residence fades towards their inevitable and completely regrettable conclusion my
granddaughter continues to push the envelope on the charm scale. I spent better
than a half hour with her yesterday when I returned form work just lying on the
floor together. Granted, she was a lot more active than I was. She demonstrated
amazing dexterity with her feet which she uses almost like another set of
hands. We, and most of her East Coast family, have invested serious money in
toys for her but her favorite seems to be an empty water bottle.
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| Foot Use |
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| With Her Water Bottle Filled with Dry Rice |
Water bottles in general seem to
fascinate her to no end. We have taken to eating our morning and afternoon
meals together (if I’m really lucky) and as soon as she sees my water bottle she
refuses to eat anything until she’s had a chance to handle it. I know its dry
in Los Angeles and I wonder if this is a reaction to it? I’m still examining
scenarios where I refuse to let her leave. Fortunately I’m going to be consumed
with the final phase of the move across the street over the days immediately
following her and my daughter’s departure. It’s still not going to be easy.
I know I tend to brag a little bit
about my children but no apologies (in other words – deal with it). I’m still
constantly amazed they emerged as intact as they did considering their father
figure. My daughter got her annual evaluation from work yesterday along with an
unexpected raise. This from a company that recently went through a major
downsizing, which speaks volumes about how much they value her. Not half as
much as I do but it’s nice to hear other people see the same excellence I do.
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| Floor Time While Wife Packs Dining Room |
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| "Grampa, Why aren't You Packing the Glassware?" |
I spent that half hour on the floor yesterday
because my wife was packing up the dining room treasures from the hutch. One of
the real benefits of moving just across the street is not having to pack
everything into dozens of boxes and then unpacking them, something we’ve done
so many times during the course of a military marriage (side note: it’s not a
lot of fun). She’s very suspect of my ability not to break things so I was
under strict orders to carry only so much during each trip across the street
despite my protestations that I could manage a lot more. I think you know who
won that argument.
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| Deck - Almost There |
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| Huge! |
The deck is in its final throes of
construction with the contractor rounding corners and adding the final touches
he’s promised all along. I know I had my doubts when my wife decided to greatly
expand my own modest plans but I’m completely on board now that I see it. It’s
like we added another room to the house and are making better use of what would
have been a fairly limited back yard. I can’t wait for the First Friday after
parties there each week.
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| Wingman was in Milwaukee Last Night |
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"Grampa - Pick Me Up!"
Heartbreakingly Reminiscent of a Similar Move by her Mother 30 years Ago |
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| New Sleeping Position - Butt Firmly into the Air |
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