grandma

And it’s January again

I see that I forgot to add the rest of the Advil calendar.  My bad.  Maybe next year.  Gah.  Here is proof that I am not the only doting grandma in the family – this is my sister 🙂 And her lovely grandbaby Lili

 

 

 

 

 

January 11: mid-day crisis

when one is in a desperate need for a siesta because they become extremely tired in the afternoon and coffee isn’t cutting it any longer.

“working at panera sucked today after that wild night of drinking. i had the worst mid-day crisis ever.”

 

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Man, I have these all the time.  Not from drinking.  It’s from old age, I reckon.  I’ve turned into my Grandmother and I need a little “lie-down” to “rest my eyes”  in the afternoon.  Her words.  I remember she used to curl up on an old lumpy horsehair-filled couch.  She liked the lumps, she curled around them and they fit her.

As a frequent flyer in the Insomniacs club, I try NOT to nap during the day but I’m afraid it’s becoming a losing battle . 

Miscellany

Couple of things:

1. I could sit and watch the St. Charles river traffic all day every day. It’s mesmerizing. Good thing I don’t have that view out of my office window.

St. Charles river traffic

2. Random thought brought on by looking at the weird and fantastic landscape shapes out the airplane window this afternoon:
When I was young, I’d sit on the toilet (TMI*, folks?) at grandma’s house and stare at the swirly curly patterns in the linoleum – like cloud watching – but closer to home. Things would “appear” in the designs and wouldn’t go away. Mostly animals because that’s where my head was, but there were other things, too. I told grandma about it one day and she got me a pen and told me to go ahead and make the <whatever I’d seen> easier to see. I like that. She let me draw on the floor with a more or less permanent pen because she thought I was so creative. That was very supportive of her, don’t you think? Looking back, I appreciate that, and also hope that she mopped the floor in there occasionally. Last time I was there (a hundred or so years later) I looked for the Pegasus I’d drawn, but it had been worn off. (I could have said cleaned off but that was less likely.)

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