The little toothbrushes are gone.
By the time the routine was routine, it was time for my grandsons to leave. Yes, I cried. I wonder how the time went so fast. I did manage to dust upstairs and downstairs over a two day period last week, and I mopped the kitchen floor once. That was about the extent of my cleaning. Work on the novel came to a complete halt. My choice. The kids are moving closer, Utah vs. Florida, but still not in the neighborhood for Sunday dinners or date-night sleepovers. I’ve got precious little memory-making time.
We splashed in the back-yard pool, rode bike, walked, went to a couple different parks, played ping-pong, read more than a dozen books, built many lego machines, farmed the carpet, and wrestled till I am just worn out. Have you ever tried to take down one of those pop-up tunnel tent’s with balls? After half an hour I gave up and left it for my kids to figure out.
Next week I am going on an adults only get-away. I am thinking I will need that time to recover from this week, and after that, I head out to see my newest granddaughter.
I put out a live trap to catch the bunny. Maybe that was discouraging to him (that or the boys running around my yard) but I haven’t seen him since. I can’t imagine him leaving over such a slight, but stranger things have happened. I need to get some more hail screen and do the portion of the yard that doesn’t have it, so once he’s gone for sure, I can prevent new ones from moving in. Sounds like a good theory.
Can anyone explain which “good ole days” people are referring to when they say they want to take their country back – or make it great again? Which days? The ones when we used outhouses? Or when women or blacks couldn’t vote? or we encouraged our daughters to take typing so they could be good secretaries? Oh, maybe we want to go explore the moon again, forget Jupiter and Mars. I don’t get it.
We live in a democratic society – the majority rules whether you agree or not – and that’s what makes America great.