THE DUST WILL WAIT

A few weeks ago 6+ year old Dinkum came home from school and handed me this photo. "I drew space for you grandma!" Grandma:  Can you tell me what everything is? Dinkum:  It's the planets. The one that is frowning is Pluto.  He's mad because he's the smallest! ***** Some recent 4+ year old Mizelle conversations: One day  I walked out to the garage by myself and picked up a sack which fell apart.  Two Butternut squash fell to  the floor which startled me.  I think I yelled "OH NO."  When I got back into the house  Mizelle was looking at the door. Mizelle: Gwamma... who did you say 'hi' to? Gwamma: No one. I was talking to myself. Mizelle: Can I say hello? ***** Mizelle: Gwamma.... Gwamma... sumptins wong with my foot."  Gwamma: Does it hurt? Mizelle: NO... it won't let me put my sock on! ***** I had to run some errands and I had my "list" in the front seat. When Mizelle and I hopped out of

We've been cat-sitting elGee since December 22, 2007.    I remember well that very first week when she hid under our bed. She still loves to take naps under the bed.  She also find solitude there when the grandchildren are around or if anybody dares ring our doorbell.  As a matter of fact, she runs and hides there if she even hears a car on our front drive. In the evenings she plays some kind of feline game I call "wishy-washy naps."  She chooses my lap to be her kneading source, and then cuddles in for a snooze.  For no apparent reason she will wake up and jump across furniture to repeat the process with my husband. Back and forth.  About every 15 minutes. ElGee is wishy-washy with her solitary naps, too.  Except she chooses one for 8 to 10 days.  One week I will find her in the rocking chair.  Then another week she is napping on a dresser in the guest bedroom... the window in the computer office ... the captains chair at the dining room table.   I have discou