What we do.

We buy CDs. We like to choose and handle our music. Bringing home new music to share is a gift like roses or wine. Later we discover a recording that has fallen out of play and we nod and smile and share it again.

In the afternoon

we play Scrabble without keeping score.
On Sunday, side by side, as the sunlight begins to wane
It's the pleasure of your company that brings me to the board.

Milestones

When my Grand was younger he came to me on Tuesdays.

After he had settled in I'd ask him if he wanted a "kid cofee." Almost always, the answer was "yes" and we'd sit together sipping and plan our day. I have been making him his cocoa ever since. With one thing and another; his mother moving to the burbs, high-school, and a part-time job he and I don't see each other often enough and so the ritual has fizzled out.

He joined us for Thanksgiving dinner this weekend. The dinner had been planned around his work schedule. The turkey dinner had been shared and we had all retired to the living room to digest and engage in a lively game of Cranium. There was pumpkin pie waiting for us and so after a time I took a poll of what beverages were neeeded to wash down the pie.

"I'll have tea Gramma" my darling little boy said. It was a first! That little boy is gone, and now my university student grandson is drinking tea.

Don't tell him I made him decaf;o)

SIXTY

Huh! How did this happen?

Morning has Broken

I had an early morning appointment one day this week - really early. I left the house at 6:35 to catch the 6:45 bus. There isn't yet much traffic at that time of the day where I live. I was half a block away from my stop when the bus rolled on past me. Helpless, I stood annoyed for just a moment then moved on to the 24 hour convenience store across from my stop. The coffee had just finished brewing. I paid for my cup of coffee and took it across the street to wait the twenty, or so, minutes until the next bus arrived.

As I stood there warming my hands and waking my mind, a bat fluttered past. Time passed and and then the sky was cluttered with crows setting out for the day.

What the body remembers

I've had terrible trouble with my shoulders. It is a fact.

The gentle kind woman who helps me with my body troubles was massaging my forearms. I'd just endured the intensity of stripping the fascia in my shoulder and this touch was a soothing reward for the previous intense touch. With an altered awareness I was back in my childhood bedroom,as the public health nurse rubbed strength into my scarlet fever wracked body. Time heals but the body remembers when reminded.