Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Not Much Time

The Little Itty Bitty Girl is obsessed with the fact that I am old 62.  She reminds me often that I'm almost 100.  Often.  Yesterday was no different, but she threw a stick in my spokes  before reminding of that fact ~ again.

She was home with me "recovering" from a little stomach bug.  Nothing good was on TV and I only let her play her Kindle for so long.  Out of boredom she did her spelling assignment on the computer using Spelling City.  I figured it would keep her up to par and she wouldn't have a lot of make-up work to do.  After that we perused  Netflix for a movie.  She loves the Tinker Bell movies and settled on "Tinker and the Neverbeast".  Apparently this "beast" was testy, then friendly, then not so nice.  The woodland fairy that befriended him in the beginning fell victim to his fury.  I'm not sure she really "died" or what.  I just know it was sad and she wasn't moving.  And then something happened (I missed that part) and she was moving again. 

This prompted Itty Bitty to ask me if dying was like sleeping.  I said,  a very deep sleep, I guess you could say.  She said "Yea, that's what I was thinking.".  I told her though, that the soul leaves the body.  She said she knew that.  (alrighty then).  Then came the kicker. The stick in the spokes that brought me to a halt.  She nonchalantly told me: "You don't have much time."  What? What do you mean?  (I knew where this was going).   "You're old." she says.  "You don't have much time left. You're almost 100."

Knock me over with a feather.  I've had the "almost 100" conversation with her before, but not the "not much time" one.  That was unexpected to say the least. Un-nerving.

That's it!  No more deep conversations with this girl!   Not any time soon, anyway.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

In My Dreams

Dreams are funny things.  They can be triggered by any one or combination of events in our daily goings and comings. It could be as simple as a conversation, a movie, or late night snacks.  Or it could be as deep as one's longing for distant family, a combination of the three afore mentioned, a fear,  or a need for resolution of an event to which there was not much control.

I had a dream the other night that I'm sure was triggered by the last cause I mentioned.  An ongoing heartache triggered by an event of which I had no control.  Someone very near and dear to me became very angry with me.  Mean and hurtful things were said.  Conversation ceased. A love that I would die for dropped me like a hot potato and didn't blink twice about it. A shunning.  I have been at a loss as to how to resolve that issue, ease that pain, but to no avail.  I love this person.  I would never intentionally do or say anything that would spur such a reaction.  That cause was not mine, yet I've had to own it, bear its weight.

My dream was bittersweet.  I finally was able to talk to That One, but on the condition that the object of the "shun" would not be discussed.  A short three second dream that would ultimately end in a warm  hug and tears on my part.  I'll take that for now.  I'll embrace the hope for resolve.  I'll let that dream by my comfort. And I will pray for healing.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Home Base

 According to Goldilocks:

"Mom-mom's house is home base.  When you are here no one can touch you.  Kind of like tag. It's where you go to be safe. They can chase you and hoover around home base, but they can't come onto home base.  You are safe.  But once you leave, you're fair game. Anyone can get you."

This was said to the Mama Bear yesterday while laying in my kitchen floor with her hands to her head in dread.  She'd been here since she got off the bus and dropped her things by Papa Bear's.  I knew why and watched the above scenario unfold after she told  Mama Bear her dilemma ~ as she had told me:

*Papa Bear got an email from Teacher stating her concerns about Goldi's academic situation.  Seems Goldilocks has been slacking a bit.  And. .  . she's had her phone on in class.  And Teacher had to rearrange seating for chatting reasons. Definite no-no's.  I scolded her about the phone and raised my eyebrows about the rest.  Apparently I didn't raise my eyebrows loud enough, because she told Mama Bear I didn't yell at her,  I just listened.  Oh, the joys of Grand-parenting.   But back to Papa Bear.  He texted our Little Goldilocks (while she was still in school) to say he had received the email and they would discuss it further when he got home. *


Thus the reason for the wringing of hands and the comfort of "Home Base". She wasted no time getting here, and stayed 'til the last possible minute.   Mama Bear wasn't any the more happy with her.  I felt like I needed to squirm.  Don't know why ~ . . . .  But I will say, I was glad I was on "Home Base" myself.  I did take the Mama and Papa Bear's sides.  We can't let our girl fall to the way side.  She needs to be held accountable. 

She got her phone taken away and she can't come to Mom-Mom's until her grades come up.  Now, WHAT did I do??  Seems to me she wasn't the only one to be punished here.  Yes, I am complaining, and whining.  And venting.  So much for taking the parent Bear's sides.  Pft. 

Oh, and in honor of today:  BEWARE THE IDES OF MARCH!!!!
Who is your Brutus?!  I think mine is the Bear parents. 

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Happy Birthday, Sarah-Sponda!



It's hard to find the words to say
To a strong young woman who's
Making her way,

Who's decided to grab onto  life by its
Woolly mane
And jump aboard that moving train

To wherever God may choose to send her
Not letting the bumps and bruises
Influence or hinder

Her goals she's set before herself,
Rearranging them like books
On life's massive shelf.

As God points a new direction
Her goals may vary, but not
Her affection

For the One who holds her beating heart
The One who's held it
From the start

No matter which door her choice will be
It's clear to see
Who holds the key.

Happy Birthday, Sarah

I love you with an infinite love.
Mom-Mom


Friday, March 10, 2017

A Dying Art In the Form of A Surprise!

Everyone loves surprises, everyone.  That includes Yours Truly.  I don't get them often, but when I do they are "The Ultimate In Surprises"!

This past week I was trying to surprise Hopie with a picture and a conversation from Her Person here on the Shore.  But, wouldn't you know it, the Cyber Bully kept deflecting my message.  It took help from all angles to succeed.  I'm sure as I look back it was a Divine intervention, because  Hopie ended up calling me and in the course of our conversation she asked me if I had been to the Post Office. Nope, nada, not the past few days.  Why?  As it turns out, something was waiting patiently for me.  The sender of the parcel I understand was  not so patient.  I sent a runner to retrieve the mail, and low and behold, there it was.  Like a diamond in the sun!  Gleaming up at me.

  Names and addresses have been blocked out to
protect the innocent.
Life is full of Surprises.  My little gleaming nugget was from a new found love.  The Boy that belongs to Hopie.  He's a keeper if ever there was one!  They go together like peas and carrots.  (tee-hee)

I opened up my little nugget and found the "mother lode" nestled inside:


And when I say mother lode, I'm not talking about the candy.  Although, if you know me at all, you know I am passionate about dark chocolate.  The darker, the better, I say!  And this Boy knows it!  Did I say he's a keeper?  Hopie, you better treat this boy right!  The mother lode? ~ was the L. E. T. T. E. R.
Hand written.  Proper form.  "Dear" and "Love".  THE dying art in the form of a surprise.  I shall cherish it always.  Al. Ways.  To think someone not blood related (other than my G0-To-Man) would think of me is so heart warming.  His Daddy raised him right.  Papa should be proud as a peacock!
I'm proud of him and I didn't have a hand in bringing him up! 

Just goes to show you.  When you think the world is submerged to its eyeballs in technology some caring youth gets it. What life is really about.  Connection.  Caring.  And doing.

Love that Boy!

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