It’s a Boy!


“How much did he weigh?”

“What time was he born?”

“How much hair? Really, that much?”

John and I welcomed our ninth grandchild this week. Our new grandson is healthy, and both Mom and Dad are doing fine. Older sister, who just turned two, is all right with her baby brother, too. I suspect, though, there will be times in the future when she might find sharing her Mom, Dad, and toys an issue.

Grandpa and I had a busy week, and we are tired—but not as tired as Mom and Dad.

Thank you, God, for our blessings.




Time with Friends

Wasn’t it just yesterday I graduated from high school? Surely it hadn’t been over fifty years since I first walked into my college freshman dorm.

But, I had invitations to a 50th wedding anniversary party for a college roommate, and there was a reunion of my high school’s graduates planned. Fortunately, one was on a Friday night, and the other on Saturday night. The two events were in towns a couple of hours apart and a couple of hours from my home, but I was confident John and I could attend both events.

“I don’t know—that’s a lot of driving. It sounds like a very busy couple of days,” John said. Did I mention John and I did not attend the same high school or the same college?

The 500-mile fall excursion through the state was beautiful. The trees were dressed in red, gold, and yellow leaves, and the stormy afternoon drive through the Flint Hills with lightning dancing in the distance was exciting.

Both reunions were too short. But would there ever be enough time to share with those with whom we survived algebra, biology, home economics, first jobs, weddings, classmates going to war…?

And yes, John enjoyed the weekend, too.

My Morning Workout

Walk, walk, walk. One, two, three, four.”

“Side step, side step – side step, side step.”

Would the work out DVD never end?

“Left kick, right kick, left kick, right kick. One, two, three, four.”

“One knee lift, two knee lift.”

“Four kick, three kick, two kick, one kick.”

I made a mental list of all I wanted to accomplish before noon. Surely, my fitness class was almost over.

“Left kick, right kick, left kick, right kick. One, two, three, four.”

“One knee lift, two knee lift.”

“Now isn’t this fun. I’m so glad you came to walk with me today,” the lady leading the class on the DVD asked in her annoying voice followed by her irritating laughter.

Wait, what is that on the floor?

Is it? It is–a Hersey Kiss wrapper. Hmmm, it appears someone has walked and side stepped on it. But who would cheat and bring chocolate to class? We all seem, well, sort of fit.

“Now we will begin our cool-down walk.”

Finally the class ended, and I was starved. Fortunately, someone brought pumpkin bread to share during our “after workout” coffee.

My Limitations

I recently spent a week caring for grandchildren.

“Nana, I left my math worksheet at school. It’s due tomorrow,” my young granddaughter said. “It’s no problem, though, because it’s online. You can print it from there.”

“Online? Print from your parents’ computer? I guess I can try,” I said. When my children were young, if one of them left a homework assignment at school, I simply called their dad. He stopped by the school on his way home from work, went to the kid’s desk, and dug through the papers until he found said assignment. Unfortunately, forgotten assignments happened often, and my husband had permission to enter the school’s back door using a kitchen knife. I miss those innocent days.

I was appreciative of my granddaughter’s confidence in my technical abilities, but I could not print the assignment. I was lucky I could operate their television remote—that is if the program didn’t require a password. The kids were happy, too, I fixed a couple of meals after only one demonstration on how to use the can opener.

“Remember, sweetheart, just tell your teacher your Nana is old and that you’ll turn your paper in late.”

Oh yes, I am technically limited–and blessed.