I hate to mention this folks, but we are closing in on the mid-point of this year. Yup. 2018 is almost 1/2 gone. Being 2018, that means we are closing in on the end of another decade. I’m not trying to be negative. I’m just in wonder that it happens so fast, phenomenally fast in my opinion. The slower I go, the faster time gets away from me. There must be some theory of relativity or spacial something or other at work here. Something I don’t understand. What I do understand is that I wish it weren’t so.
The wind has been a blowing. I always used to tell myself that meant the windmills were a turning and the cows had water. Since I no longer own any cows, it doesn’t have quite the relevancy that it used to. Nowadays, wind means dusting the house more often. That doesn’t have quite the same romantic ring to it – now does it?
My oldest granddaughter is visiting Paris right now: the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, Notre Dame. I am so happy for her, a little envious (probably a lot envious), but she has promised me a sleep-over when she returns so she can tell me everything. Travel is the most wonderful, mind-expanding, culturally enriching gift you can give your child. “The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.” Saint Augustine.
The new grand baby is doing well, even sleeping a lot at night. She does prefer to be snuggled over being put down, but then don’t we all? She grunts and groans more than her sister did, but everyone is entitled to their individuality. Her smiles are the ultimate precious gift.