Are we having fun or what? My grandest in her glory at almost ten. Almost. She is the dearest ever, the most fun and loving child and with her love for animals, she plans to be a Veterinarian in the future. She’s learned to love the big dogs she’s grown up with, so beautiful to see. Her mother set the pace from earliest childhood with her care of dogs and cats How well I recall her bringing stray cats home with no fear, just love and caring and she was a young child back then. To watch her grow to become a mother so dear, a teacher well known, is a joy for this mother and now we have Grandest who plays basketball so well and loves life.
The big thing is they both saved my life a year ago when I fell. Suddenly I was on the hardwood floor in my grandest’s bedroom. I heard her screaming, “Mom, Gran fell down and she’s not moving.” Daughter to the rescue with phone calls, an ambulance, arrangements for a fine rehab where I stayed for seven weeks until I was able to go home with a cane in my hand for balance. Every day they came to visit after school with a new outfit for me to wear. When I look at pictures from that bad time, I’m shocked at my thin face so worn and frightened yet my family brought me back to life.
Now it’s almost Chrismas. I still need a cane but I’m back to wearing makeup and looking human. I am so grateful to have survived, to laugh with grandest, to enjoy life again.
Coming soon, Don and I will celebrate so many good years together. December 28 is the date. We celebrated at the dearest restaurant near our home inviting close friends only plus our beloved children. Don wore a tux-so fancy-and I, with him, went to Lord and Taylor for a nifty white gown. We handed out copies of “Young at Heart” and everyone sang as we walked up the aisle. So much fun. Then I wrote a script about how we met. And so it went with lots of love and friendship.
The years have passed and we are still together. Talk about sickness and health, we’ve had it all and still survived. We are still best buddies, no matter what. So join us in a premature celebration on this day.
FirstFirst she was a teeny munchkin sleeping in my office as I wrote. Then I’d wheel her in the carriage and teach her about the wonders of nature. Then she was up to mischief emptying drawers, climbing out of her crib, racing out of the room, a fight to the finish.
Now she plays basketball, has her own mind about so many things and here she’s dressed so pretty with the soon to be bride and groom. Meet Nadia and Anthony.
Life is splendid , isn’t it? Enjoy every moment we are given.
Grandest and her rescue dog, Gracie. How they warm my heart. A few years later, they adopted Tommy. Now I have two grand dogs I love. It’s almost basketball time. I love to watch her play, getting used to the game. This was a tough week for me. A problem with my eye and another major prob. What the heck. When did I get old? Why did I get old? What the heck! At least I have my beautiful family. Daughter always there to help out and grandest to hold my hand. We’re off to one day at Long Beach Island and then home again. Weather’s not terrific but we’ll be fine.
Once upon a time she was born and it was my job as Granny to care for her while daughter taught school. A whole new life began for both of us as I changed diapers, walked her in a carriage, taught her little things as she became aware of the world. And as she slept, this little munchkin, I wrote many books, rocked her when she woke and bathed her in a sink tub.
In the beginning, I often wondered how come I was doing this. The truth is I never said No to my daughter and still don’t. The years flew by and she’s nine, a swimmer, a basketball player but most of all, when she visits me, who had a great fall like Humpty Dumpty and am still recuperating, she gets busy and does helpful stuff all on her own. Daughter taught her to be capable. The other day, she measured a special potion to kill weeds, placed it in a sprinkler and killed weeds growing in our pathway. A thorough job!
This is my grandest who plans to be a veterinarian down the long road. She loves dogs and our cats. My prayer is to live long to see our wonder grow up
to achieve her dreams. The pooch is Gracie, a rescue dog saved a few years ago to live the good life.
Daughter and Grandest were riding bikes in my neigborhood. All of a sudden, in the midst of a golden day, Grandest hopped the curb, broke her wrist, hurt her sweet chin and chipped a tooth. Off to the various doctors they went leaving me totally distressed, hoping for the best.
It’s not easy being a Granny especially an aged one. So here I sit, writing about my darlings and hoping all will be well.
I was a terrific horseback rider back in the old days, not so much as years went by. Always a jock, I had fun, played tennis, helped my kids improve and took care of the family and helped with the family business. But that was long ago
I admit missing the sweet years of acting in New York City. And when I lost my lovely voice, I turned to writing. Many stories were published. I never did the hang of gathering what’s called a street team. That would have helped move sales big time. If any of you out there are interested in joining a team to help me out, I’d sure appreciate it. Gifts are part of the fun so think about the possibilities. Think about it sometime when you stop by my blog. I’d sure be pleased to discuss it with you. No biggie, folks.
By we, I refer to parents and grandparents of nine year old girls just getting started. This Sunday is the Big Final Game. Grandest is in and she is hot. Finally she gets the concept of guarding. Oh yeah. And from what I observed last Sunday when they played an outstanding team. . .and won in overtime!!!! she had her arms folded in front of her chest. She called it a pick or something like that. As for me, what I witnessed, worked so well! Way to go, my grandest. The fast girl who scored, had a chance to get by with no one in front of her. The crowd went wild. At least I did.
This has not been my best week but I got through and I’m not thrilled to report the inner ear test I had on Monday requires a month of physical Therapy. Well alright. I can weather this storm. Spring is coming in a minute and this writer is zipping along.
Please join me in a happy dance as I lift up my chin and say, well alright, I can do this. More news about the big game next week. Our girls are playing the super best team in the county. Score, girls, guard and score.
If you seek some fun reading this weekend, do check out Chef’s Surprise or any one of my other romance, suspense stories with humor and love and even a therapy dog or two.
Best to all, Love, Charmaine Can you guess-this is Grandest!!