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!!