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Sunday, September 09, 2012

Conversations with Grands and Grand Old Dames




Dinkum Devo: Grandma ..... Grandma.... 

Grandma walks from the kitchen into the family room where Dinkum is on his knees by the coffee table, elbow on coffee table, head on hand.
Grandma: What sweetie?
Dinkum: Can I take my hand off my head yet?
Grandma: What? 
Dinkum: Can I take my hand off my head yet?
Grandma: Well of course... why do you have 
your hand on your head ... is this some kind of game?
Dinkum: Grandpa told me to hold my hand on my head.
Grandma: Oh. Well, sure take your hand off your head.

Later grandma asks grandpa if he told Dinkum to hold his hand on his head. Grandpa looked puzzled briefly, then he began to chuckle.

 "No, when I walked through the room and he was making all those star war noises I told him that grandma had a headache and he needed to keep those noises inside his head for awhile."

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Grandma is reading "How Do Dinosaur's say Goodnight" to Z-bub, Dinkum, and Mizelle.

Dinkum Devo: Grandma, were there really dinosaur's?

Grandma: Yes there were.
Dinkum Devo: Did they all die?
Grandma: Yes, many years ago.
Zbub: Were they alive when you were a kid?

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A recent sunny Sunday morning we walked down the street to a local church -  just for a visit.  It wasn't our usual place to fellowship.


I can't remember one thing the pastor preached that day, but I do remember a very short but touching sermon

we heard on the way home.

As the hubby and I walked down the street, hand in hand, a very large car pulled over and came to a stop by us.  We stopped walking.


The passenger window rolled downward and a delicate little old woman leaned towards us from her straight posture at the wheel.    


"I'm on my way to see my husband," she spoke in a quiet tone, yet firm.  She was dressed for church like ladies of the fifties.  She even had a little bow hat.   


"He has alzheimers," she continued when she knew she had our attention, "and he is in Pioneer House.  I saw you walking together and I needed to tell you to cherish these moments. Cherish each other. You never know when it will be taken away from you."


She then pushed the electric window back up and pulled away.




Saturday, September 08, 2012

Not Esther Williams....

Last Saturday morning a fruit fly did a swan dive into my cooked oatmeal with raisins. 

I was able to scoop him out immediately.

Later, while chewing, I started worrying that it might have been a synchronized swimming event.