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#1LinerWeds – The Night Hour

Day 311

It was another day full of fun. Being summer, the grandkids have a lot of flexibility concerning bedtime and wake-up time. It is no different here. We go full throttle all day.

Yesterday, we had a big brunch because they slept so late. We took walks, watched the birds, chased bubbles and even had fun playing some online games with Grandpa. After a huge chef salad for dinner (with some accompanying chicken nuggets for the little ones) we relaxed before going out to check for lightening bugs.

We were much more successful in our pursuits this time. A few bugs were caught and released and there was much playing with flashlights and just running around in the early darkness.

Nearing bedtime, they requested a Chapter 2 of what they now call ‘Diamond Eyes’, so I invented a new chapter. Once tucked in they were extremely restless. Perhaps ice cream too close to bedtime – way to go Grandma. It took a lot of Grandma fussing for them to settle down. Even so, I could hear them whispering to one another so I asked what was wrong.

I miss Mommy and Daddy.”

I pulled my little one close, hugged him and told him I understood. I turned on one of our battery operated candles (with a timer for shutoff time) to put near him as a nightlight, I tucked him in again with extra hugs but I could tell he remained restless for a while.

Here’s the thing. No matter what fun we have or where we go, we always want to be where we feel the safest. For them, that place is home. I will forever be thankful they have a home that makes them feel safe and happy. I think about how many children do not feel safe or loved at home and it is heartbreaking.

It has been a long fun-filled summer for these two and our visit comes on the end of five weeks of being away from home visiting aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents. I understand how much they must miss being at home in their own beds and surrounded by all the things that make them feel safe.

After all, we all want the same thing, don’t we?

One Liner Wednesday is brought to you by Linda Hill. If you care to give it a whirl, visit Linda’s blog for the rules (there are not many) and give it a shot.


Grandma Time — Day One

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Day 310

After the long unexpected drive yesterday, it was good to be back home with our grandchildren. They both slept most of the ride, so it went quickly for them. Last night I found an article about the traffic accident that held us hostage yesterday. It was a really severe accident. One fatality and 8 other injuries, four requiring transport to the hospital. It all started with a semi truck not slowing for a traffic light and plowing into the truck in front of him. His truck veered off the road, clipped a power pole and ended up overturned in a ditch. This is where I stop and count my blessings and pray for those involved in such a horrific accident.

Once home, the kids were slow to get a start. Once acclimated, they were full of energy and constantly hungry. We dined early on a simple spaghetti with meat sauce with freshly grated parmesan. We all ate our fill. We played with LEGO blocks building walls for the small battery operated truck to drive into. Building and tearing down is always fun.

My granddaughter and I walked down to the creek to see if our resident snake was there, but he was not. It was a little late in the day for him to be sunning himself on the rocks.

Once dusk was upon us, we all put our shoes on, each armed with flashlights and went in search of lightening bugs. It is a little late in the season, but we did find a few. All just out of arm’s reach. Tonight we will try a little earlier. It has been a dry few days, so that does not help.

I prepared snacks of Rainier cherries, some promised ice cream and a tangerine for my grandson. They could eat constantly I think.

I always ask where they want to sleep. They always choose the same. On the air mattress on the floor in our bedroom. We have a guest room, but they like being with us. They love the air mattress, too. Once the bed was prepared, teeth brushed and a bandaid replaced, they asked for me to tell them a story. Not read a story, they want a story I make up. Tonight it was about a little girl whose eyes turned to diamonds when her puppy was near.

Throughout the evening, my six year-old grandson kept saying, “Hi, Grandma” or “I love you Grandma” over and over. I never tire of hearing it, because I know someday he will be too grown up for such sentiments.

So, all in all, my day was perfect. It’s all about the little things.


Power to the People

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Day 309

I am guilty of a little play on words with my subject. It seems to fit though.

I am a stickler for being on time and sticking to a schedule. This morning we had plans to leave home at a certain time to pick up the grandkids. Hubby went out to water the plants while I showered.

The problem was that he did not come back in. I dressed and went outside but he was nowhere to be found. The hose was lying in the ground in a puddle of water. After walking around the house I yelled out for him and he answered. He was in a foul mood.

By this time we were well beyond our planned departure time which put me in a foul mood.

What was the delay? It seems the contractors for the local power company had parked two or three of their trucks on our property. He went to investigate.

It seems the power poles are not in proper code and they will all need to be swapped out. That means windows of power loss for about 4 hours for each pole. The guy was not congenial in his conversation.

We really try not to use chemicals on our property and park huge vehicles there in hopes of preserving the natural landscape. By questioning why the trucks were parked there, it ruffled this guy’s feathers. He countered with he could have knocked our birdhouse down because it is on the right-of-way. Then the threats of spraying all the foliage to kill everything on the right/of-way.

We will need to post the property and give notice they cannot spray. This means the foliage would be cut instead of being killed off with chemicals. I realize this means more work for them, but at some point, the environment must matter.

Why do frustrations with others somehow turn into frustrations with each other? I guess we need to air our frustrations in some way.

We are finally on the road. An hour past our planned departure time. It looks to be a quiet two hour ride.


Life Vs. Blog Stats

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Day 308

According to WordPress, my blog views went down 14% last week. I don’t put a lot of stock into the stats except to see what posts people react to and how things going on in my personal life affect my statistics. Last week, I was down with vertigo (which reared its ugly head again this morning) and then I attended a two-day workshop. I think talking too much about my miseries, or posting short blogs — just for the sake of not missing a day — don’t bode well with followers.

This is why I rarely look at statistics. I do like to see what posts resonate with other people, but that’s about all the numbers really mean. I know when life gets in the way with blogging, followers fade. It’s interesting because that’s how life is sometimes, too. When we are human and frail, it is hard for people to continue to be there on an ongoing basis — the relationship changes. Relationships, after all, are based on connections and those connections need to be strong and ongoing.

I have seen so many relationships in my own extended family fail because people cannot communicate or get so busy the friendship can no longer stand on its own. Just like we as people need to attend to our needs and stay healthy our friendships require the same to survive.

Tomorrow we are going to pick up two of our grandchildren for a week-long visit. I am hoping I will stay healthy so we can enjoy this time together. They are really good children not to mention they are my heartbeats. This means my blog posts will again be short and sweet, but such is life. I cannot worry about statistics or readers or followers or comments. I welcome them all, but they are not the reason I blog. This I do for me.

I wish you all a peaceful and fulfilling week. Stay healthy, seek happiness and I’ll see you in the comments section.

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SoCS – We Need A Really Big Vacuum

Day 307

It is Saturday and time for a little stream of Consciousness blogging brought to us by the lovely Linda Hill.

This week Linda has given us this to consider:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “clean/dirty.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!

I am coming off a week of vertigo which is enough to make my head spin without reading the news. Once better, I sat down to catch up on the news. Big mistake.

Our country is full of dirty deeds and dirty deed doers. We would need a huge industrial sized political vacuum to clean up the mess in Washington. Of course, the dirt has spread throughout the country. So many hands are dirty — how do you clean up an entire country?

Dirty little secrets, dirty little lies and dirty politicians have no desire to be squeaky clean, now do they?

I think it might be time to clean house. I hope a lot of people agree with that. It might be time for everyone to roll their sleeves up and get down and dirty cleaning this mess up. I know I always want to clean my house after watching hoarders tv shows. This is no different. I feel icky just reading the news.

I think Joan said it best.

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