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A Basketball Team, she said

What a team. Daughter Amy teaches high school and the team is helping Image may contain: 6 people, people smiling, people playing sports, people standing and basketball courtHer mom is a teacher at a high school and these terrific guys have fun giving pointers to Grandest. She looks mighty happy and her game has improved. I’ll get to see a game this weekend, the joy of my life. To see her out there is a treasure.

She began last year not knowing quite what to do. As the season moved on, she gathered strength and her game improved. A guard, I thought. She might be a guard. But what do I know? I played a whole lot of tennis back then. Sports other than tennis weren’t in my book.

And now the pleasure of being a grandmother arrives in spades. From a little one to a very poised nine year old. How I adore this grandest.

Go girl Go!

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I Write-does anyone know that?

Here’s a story of Mature love, Passion and Suspense: Oh yes it is.

Titled the Beginning.. .Not the End   Three stories in one book. Enjoy!

“Who’s taking care of you, little girl?” a deep male voice said.

I hurried across the hot sand where my granddaughter, age five, sat on a blanket smiling at a gray-haired man with two little boys in tow.  Unless the stranger collected small kids for evil purposes, my little Patti seemed fine.

“I’m Ralph Berg. These fine boys are my grandsons.” He smiled a smile so white to brighten the sky.

“Hello, I’m Claire,” and I busied myself with sun chairs and clamping the umbrellas. I applied sunscreen to a wiggling Patti, tied her hat in place and wished this Ralph person  would leave the boys to play and move on. I’m a widow for god’s sake. Can’t he tell I’m in mourning from my black bathing suit.

And this is the beginning of very amusing tales well worth reading.

Best to all from Charmaine

TBNTE V 2 CVR for ARe

The Beginning…Not the End, Volume 1 

The first three stories in the series of Mature Romance combined in one volume. Instant Grandpa, She Didn’t Say No, Dr.D and the Dad

Grandest goes to a special event

FirstImage may contain: 3 people, people smiling, people standing, suit and shoesFirst 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.

Love to all, Charmaine

August-Oh My!

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.Image may contain: 1 person, smiling, dog, grass, tree, outdoor and nature

Be healthy, my friends. Enjoy every minute.

 

And Then She Said

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.

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We Love Basketball

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!!Image may contain: 1 person, standing, shoes, sky, outdoor and nature

And now I have four. . .

Once upon a time, nine years ago this very day, grandest came into my life. We shared many years together while daughter worked as a teacher. I wrote my books while she napped in a crib. Once she threw one leg over the side in an attempt to climb out. “No,” I cried out and rushed to lift her smiling face and squirming body up and out. The race was on when she crawled toward the open office door when I turned my back to lower the crib’s mattress. This Granny flew across the room to stop the fleeing munchkin. My heart pounded, we both giggled at our adventure. When I placed her back, deeper into the depth of the crib, she discovered a new trick. Drawers filled with her clothes went flying to the floor because little fingers found a way to pull the knobs toward her small self to find gold! I had almost finished a hot scene in the latest romance but I closed up the computer for later when Miss Dynamite left for home. Off we went on a sunny spring morning where she learned words like flowers, daffodils, crocus and birds. What a day!

This, dear readers, you must learn about grandest. At six, when I drove her home from school, while attempting to open the door, I slipped, fell into a deep crevice next to the house. Picture this: a stone step way up to the house; it’s winter and I fall and cannot get up, trapped, wedged in. I said, “Honey, you will have to save me right now. I’m stuck so pull with all your strength and maybe I’ll try to wiggle my way out. Without a word except to say, “I’ll save you, Grans,” she tugged and tugged while I kind of wiggled and somehow I got up with her help. She unlocked the door, helped me in and told me to lie down on the couch. A wet cloth she brought to me, was laid across my face. Then a bottle of cold water was placed next to me. After a while, she made up a game with a soft big ball. She tossed it to me. I tossed it back. Then she rummaged through my purse to find the cell phone and reported the injury to her Mom, still at school.

Fast forward two and a half years pass. This happened last April, 2116. I had a dreadful fall in her bedroom early one morning, on the hardwood floor. That ended my life as I knew it. I heard her scream, “Mommy, Mommy, Granny fell and she’s not moving.” Daughter ran in, called for a substitute teacher, called an ambulance, called my husband. I lost myself that morning. It has taken months of rehab and fierce determination to reclaim myself. I continue to write my stories of Survive and Thrive because that’s who I am.

Twice, grandest saved my life. I will never forget those times we shared.

Happiest Birthday, dearest Grandest C.R. and now there are four. Three sisters to fill her life with more joy.

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