Today is the 4th and I’m sitting here alone in my chair. (Alone means without the Grand Girl and Buddy the Dog trying to sit here with me.)
I had a wonderful day yesterday at my sister’s house. My daughter, grandson and I drove over to eat lunch and spend the day with my sister, her husband, two sons and daughter. It was just enough people for a crowd but not to many to make me anxious and pull me into my shell.
The food was wonderful and the company perfect. My sister pulled out a box of pictures she found, probably brought home after we cleaned out my mother’s house. They were a mish-mash of people, places and times. Great fun.
We reminisced about the days when my sister used to iron my hair. I’m guessing around ’68 when I was a senior in high school. There were pictures of my sister around the time of her first marriage. She kept saying “Look at me. Why did I think I was fat.” And true, she wasn’t overweight but like so many females in our society, we think we are.
Here is a great one of me in Junior High, I think. I always thought I was so unattractive then but the picture is so cute.
We talked about my Grand Girl and what we’ve been doing this summer. My daughter was saying how happy the Grand seemed to be. We talked about the schedule the Grand and I run on and laughed about how I carve out quiet time several times a day.
Talking about it made me realize how I feel, I’m not sure what the word is, maybe fulfilled. You know how I’ve toyed with going back to work. I’ve searched and searched to find a hobby – thank goodness I’ve found ice dyeing because I’ve really been enjoying it - to fill some of my time.
So it seems that caring for the Grand Girl, saving the parents money and helping her with her reading and writing have been just what I needed to give my days the significance I needed. Ok maybe a little bit too much but we won’t quibble.
I feel very happy in this place and time in my life.