Ever since Mother adopted the Siamese-mix female kitten a few weeks ago, we have been waiting for the kitten to tell us her name. She's been giving us hints, but we've been led astray by her color (Taffy? Toffee? Amber? Muffy?), her markings (Cinders?), her personality (Tinker? Mischief?), her energy (Friskie? Skittles? Zipper? Jazz?).
None seemed quite right. The name needed to fit the kitten's intense inquisitiveness. "I thought about calling her Dora," Mother said, "for Dora, the Explorer." But Dora didn't strike a chord, either.
Then, as I was getting ready for the day this morning, the kitten's name came to me. I suggested it to Mother, and she agreed that it's the right one.
Finally, the kitten has told us her name..."Snoops."
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Saturday, December 20
Started the day with a treadmill session and workout with weights, as usual. Mother came over after that and began working the edges of a jigsaw puzzle. We'll take this puzzle with us tomorrow, when we go to another town to celebrate Christmas with Hubbie's side of the family. It has become a tradition for us to set up a puzzle as part of the entertainment for this gathering.
For years, Hubbie's family gathered at our house for a Christmas get-together, usually on December 26, but for the past few years, one of his daughters has preferred that we gather at hers and her husband's lake home on the weekend before Christmas.
We made a variety of dips and a cream cheese ball this morning as part of our contribution to the festivities. We'll take spinach dip, jalapeno dip, onion and chives dip, and an Italian cream cheese ball, plus snack crackers.
Later in the morning, Hubbie and I shopped for groceries at the WDCS. I really wanted to avoid the Christmas rush today, but we decided that a pot of chili (for Hubbie and me), and chicken noodle soup (for Mother) would be good to have for supper Monday night, when the temps are predicted to drop dramatically. But of course, we didn't have all the required ingredients.
After we got back from shopping, we put the pot of chili on to simmer, and boiled the chicken. This will save us some work on Monday, when we'll probably want to do some last-minute shopping and watch Christmas movies.
After lunch, Mother and I settled in to watch the 1954 movie, "White Christmas," while Hubbie groomed Shih Tzu for a bath later.
Supper was a choice of hamburgers or turkey burgers, served with baked potatoes and no-salt creamed corn. Mother went home afterwards, and Hubbie and I watched our favorite college basketball team win another game.
For years, Hubbie's family gathered at our house for a Christmas get-together, usually on December 26, but for the past few years, one of his daughters has preferred that we gather at hers and her husband's lake home on the weekend before Christmas.
We made a variety of dips and a cream cheese ball this morning as part of our contribution to the festivities. We'll take spinach dip, jalapeno dip, onion and chives dip, and an Italian cream cheese ball, plus snack crackers.
Later in the morning, Hubbie and I shopped for groceries at the WDCS. I really wanted to avoid the Christmas rush today, but we decided that a pot of chili (for Hubbie and me), and chicken noodle soup (for Mother) would be good to have for supper Monday night, when the temps are predicted to drop dramatically. But of course, we didn't have all the required ingredients.
After we got back from shopping, we put the pot of chili on to simmer, and boiled the chicken. This will save us some work on Monday, when we'll probably want to do some last-minute shopping and watch Christmas movies.
After lunch, Mother and I settled in to watch the 1954 movie, "White Christmas," while Hubbie groomed Shih Tzu for a bath later.
Supper was a choice of hamburgers or turkey burgers, served with baked potatoes and no-salt creamed corn. Mother went home afterwards, and Hubbie and I watched our favorite college basketball team win another game.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Friday, December 19
The first thing I did this morning was call the doctor's office to make an appointment for Mother, who has an infected wound on one of her fingers. She got the wound last Saturday, when she cut her finger on the serrated edge of a wax paper box. She has been treating the wound herself, but it has gotten worse, so I felt she needed to see a doctor. The appointment was set for 1:15 this afternoon.
After that, I hopped on the treadmill for 35 minute, and then exercised with weights.
Once I was ready for the day, I put together a small goodies gift, including a nutcracker ornament, for a friend, and then addressed my last Christmas card, to be mailed to an old high school friend with whom I had lost touch after graduation in 1960, until this year. She has recently moved back to this state from Utah, and I'm hoping that she will be able to plan a trip in the spring to meet me and another high school friend of ours in that friend's state.
After that, I got ready to go with Hubbie and Mother downtown to a new soup and sandwich shop about 11:30 a.m. Several friends have mentioned how good this eatery is, so I decided we should try it as Mother's eighth "12 Days of Christmas" gift.
On the way to the eatery, we dropped a contribution off at a food pantry for the disadvantaged, and then delivered the goodies gift to the business where our friend works.
The soup and sandwich shop is located inside an antique mall, and is interesting in that it features mismatched tables and chairs. The centerpieces are pint canning jars holding a variety of twigs and other "outdoorsy" stuff. Food is served in plastic baskets, with soups served in Styrofoam bowls. Hot drinks are served in mismatched mugs.
The shop has a certain charm, but the chicken and rice soup I ordered was much too salty, and I told the waitress so. However, the chicken salad sandwich on wheat bread was good. The soup and sandwich was served with potato chips, saltine crackers, and a dill pickle, none of which I ate.
Hubbie ordered taco soup and a ham and cheese sandwich. I tasted his soup, which wasn't salty tasting, but was very spicy hot.
After we'd eaten, we toured the antiques part of the shop, but didn't find anything of interest. So we went to the store that has a sale every weekend to see if we could find anything we could use $10 coupons on. We spent about 30 unsuccessful minutes in the store before it was time to leave and go to the doctor's office.
We only had to wait a few minutes at the doctor's office before being called back to an examining room. The doctor prescribed an antibiotic for Mother, and told her to bathe the finger several times a day in clear, warm water, or warm water with a little mild soap, Epsom salts, or hydrogen peroxide.
Back home, Mother and I watched the San Francisco Ballet's interpretation of "The Nutcracker," which I had recorded on DVR from the public television channel. The performance was over at 3 p.m. Afterward, Hubbie and I went to the pharmacy to pick up the medication for Mother, and then to the WDCS to pick up groceries for the weekend.
It's obvious by the congested traffic and the packed stores that Christmas is upon us. Of course today is Friday, the last payday before Christmas, which increased the number of shoppers. Maybe when we decide to shop on Monday, there will be fewer folks out and about...but probably not, since school will be dismissed for the holidays, and lots of workers will be on vacation next week.
We got back home in time for supper, which was baked talapia fish, baked sweet potatoes, and English peas.
Afterward, Mother went home, and we relaxed and watched TV.
After that, I hopped on the treadmill for 35 minute, and then exercised with weights.
Once I was ready for the day, I put together a small goodies gift, including a nutcracker ornament, for a friend, and then addressed my last Christmas card, to be mailed to an old high school friend with whom I had lost touch after graduation in 1960, until this year. She has recently moved back to this state from Utah, and I'm hoping that she will be able to plan a trip in the spring to meet me and another high school friend of ours in that friend's state.
After that, I got ready to go with Hubbie and Mother downtown to a new soup and sandwich shop about 11:30 a.m. Several friends have mentioned how good this eatery is, so I decided we should try it as Mother's eighth "12 Days of Christmas" gift.
On the way to the eatery, we dropped a contribution off at a food pantry for the disadvantaged, and then delivered the goodies gift to the business where our friend works.
The soup and sandwich shop is located inside an antique mall, and is interesting in that it features mismatched tables and chairs. The centerpieces are pint canning jars holding a variety of twigs and other "outdoorsy" stuff. Food is served in plastic baskets, with soups served in Styrofoam bowls. Hot drinks are served in mismatched mugs.
The shop has a certain charm, but the chicken and rice soup I ordered was much too salty, and I told the waitress so. However, the chicken salad sandwich on wheat bread was good. The soup and sandwich was served with potato chips, saltine crackers, and a dill pickle, none of which I ate.
Hubbie ordered taco soup and a ham and cheese sandwich. I tasted his soup, which wasn't salty tasting, but was very spicy hot.
After we'd eaten, we toured the antiques part of the shop, but didn't find anything of interest. So we went to the store that has a sale every weekend to see if we could find anything we could use $10 coupons on. We spent about 30 unsuccessful minutes in the store before it was time to leave and go to the doctor's office.
We only had to wait a few minutes at the doctor's office before being called back to an examining room. The doctor prescribed an antibiotic for Mother, and told her to bathe the finger several times a day in clear, warm water, or warm water with a little mild soap, Epsom salts, or hydrogen peroxide.
Back home, Mother and I watched the San Francisco Ballet's interpretation of "The Nutcracker," which I had recorded on DVR from the public television channel. The performance was over at 3 p.m. Afterward, Hubbie and I went to the pharmacy to pick up the medication for Mother, and then to the WDCS to pick up groceries for the weekend.
It's obvious by the congested traffic and the packed stores that Christmas is upon us. Of course today is Friday, the last payday before Christmas, which increased the number of shoppers. Maybe when we decide to shop on Monday, there will be fewer folks out and about...but probably not, since school will be dismissed for the holidays, and lots of workers will be on vacation next week.
We got back home in time for supper, which was baked talapia fish, baked sweet potatoes, and English peas.
Afterward, Mother went home, and we relaxed and watched TV.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Thursday, December 18
We got up at 5 a.m. this morning, and were ready for a two-hour trip to the hospital where Daughter was scheduled for a catheter procedure to determine if she was having heart problems.
It was cold this morning, with ice remaining along the shoulders of the road and in the fields. Winter-bare trees stood eerily in fog, like bony black spectres, along the icy banks of the gray river.
We listened to Christmas music on CDs, which helped cheer us on this bleak day.
We arrived at the hospital around 9 a.m. I called Granddaughter, who directed us to the building where the procedure was to take place. After we parked in a handicapped space, a hospital van came by and picked us up to drive us to the door of the building. It was no small order for Mother to lift herself into and out of the vehicle, which had no running board.
At the building, we rode the elevator to the third floor, as directed by Granddaughter, but noticed that there were only what looked like offices on that floor. So we realized we were in the wrong building. Before we left, however, Mother decided she needed to visit the ladies room, where she was fascinated with the motion-sensor paper towel dispenser. As we left the bathroom, laughing, there was lady waiting in the hall. We explained what had amused us, and she said commented that in today's world, it's healthy to find humor wherever we can.
We walked to the appropriate building, and found the right waiting room on the third floor. Both granddaughters and a great-grandson were there, and in a few minutes, Daughter came back from an exam room. I hadn't told her we were coming, so she was surprised and happy to see us.
We all trooped down to the first floor, where Daughter was admitted on an add-on basis, meaning she was to be worked into the doctor's schedule, which was anticipated to be around 1 p.m. Daughter was taken back to be prepared for the procedure, and later a nurse escorted us to her room.
We stayed there until about noon, and then went to the hospital cafeteria for lunch. I was surprised by the unhealthy array of foods, including cheeseburgers and French fries. We speculated that maybe they are grooming future heart disease patients for the hospital. In fairness, though, the cafeteria did offer salad with fat free dressings, fruits, and grilled chicken sandwiches, which is what Mother and I ordered.
We were back in Daughter's room before they took her to surgery, which they did promptly at 1 p.m. We adjourned to the lobby area to wait. In the meantime, I called Son and Daughter-in-Law to let them know about Daughter, and to inquire about Granddaughter who is in the Army. I learned that Granddaughter is home on a 30-day leave. She arrived yesterday. So we look forward to seeing her sometime soon.
Daughter's procedure went well. It revealed that Daughter has a strong heart and no blocked arteries. So her complaints of being tired, getting easily winded, and having a rapid heat beat, are caused by something else. Right now, she is on medications to slow her heart rate, and she is scheduled to see her doctor again in a month.
Following the procedure, Daughter had to keep her leg absolutely still for two hours, and not raise her head, which she did from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m. After that, she was dismissed to go home. We left around 3 p.m. Daughter is to take it easy for three days, being careful not to lift anything or drive. After that, she can return to her normal life. As it happens she has two weeks paid vacation, anyway, because the college where she works is on Christmas break.
It was really, really foggy on our drive back home, but we arrived safe and sound just before 5:30 p.m. Mother and I immediately set about heating up the leftover spaghetti, as well as various veggies, for supper.
After that, Mother went home, and we relaxed and watched a few favorite one-hour TV shows.
It was cold this morning, with ice remaining along the shoulders of the road and in the fields. Winter-bare trees stood eerily in fog, like bony black spectres, along the icy banks of the gray river.
We listened to Christmas music on CDs, which helped cheer us on this bleak day.
We arrived at the hospital around 9 a.m. I called Granddaughter, who directed us to the building where the procedure was to take place. After we parked in a handicapped space, a hospital van came by and picked us up to drive us to the door of the building. It was no small order for Mother to lift herself into and out of the vehicle, which had no running board.
At the building, we rode the elevator to the third floor, as directed by Granddaughter, but noticed that there were only what looked like offices on that floor. So we realized we were in the wrong building. Before we left, however, Mother decided she needed to visit the ladies room, where she was fascinated with the motion-sensor paper towel dispenser. As we left the bathroom, laughing, there was lady waiting in the hall. We explained what had amused us, and she said commented that in today's world, it's healthy to find humor wherever we can.
We walked to the appropriate building, and found the right waiting room on the third floor. Both granddaughters and a great-grandson were there, and in a few minutes, Daughter came back from an exam room. I hadn't told her we were coming, so she was surprised and happy to see us.
We all trooped down to the first floor, where Daughter was admitted on an add-on basis, meaning she was to be worked into the doctor's schedule, which was anticipated to be around 1 p.m. Daughter was taken back to be prepared for the procedure, and later a nurse escorted us to her room.
We stayed there until about noon, and then went to the hospital cafeteria for lunch. I was surprised by the unhealthy array of foods, including cheeseburgers and French fries. We speculated that maybe they are grooming future heart disease patients for the hospital. In fairness, though, the cafeteria did offer salad with fat free dressings, fruits, and grilled chicken sandwiches, which is what Mother and I ordered.
We were back in Daughter's room before they took her to surgery, which they did promptly at 1 p.m. We adjourned to the lobby area to wait. In the meantime, I called Son and Daughter-in-Law to let them know about Daughter, and to inquire about Granddaughter who is in the Army. I learned that Granddaughter is home on a 30-day leave. She arrived yesterday. So we look forward to seeing her sometime soon.
Daughter's procedure went well. It revealed that Daughter has a strong heart and no blocked arteries. So her complaints of being tired, getting easily winded, and having a rapid heat beat, are caused by something else. Right now, she is on medications to slow her heart rate, and she is scheduled to see her doctor again in a month.
Following the procedure, Daughter had to keep her leg absolutely still for two hours, and not raise her head, which she did from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m. After that, she was dismissed to go home. We left around 3 p.m. Daughter is to take it easy for three days, being careful not to lift anything or drive. After that, she can return to her normal life. As it happens she has two weeks paid vacation, anyway, because the college where she works is on Christmas break.
It was really, really foggy on our drive back home, but we arrived safe and sound just before 5:30 p.m. Mother and I immediately set about heating up the leftover spaghetti, as well as various veggies, for supper.
After that, Mother went home, and we relaxed and watched a few favorite one-hour TV shows.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Wednesday, Dec. 17
I had trouble falling asleep again last night, and we overslept this morning, but I got a treadmill session in just the same.
Daughter called just as I was finishing with my exercises. She wanted to tell me that following a treadmill stress test, her doctor decided she should have a catheter test to check for blocked arteries. She's to undergo the test at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning. We want to be there when she has the procedure, so we'll need to get up in the morning by 5 a.m. in order to be at the hospital, about two hours away, by around 8:30 a.m.
For the rest of the morning, I put together food gift packs for our hairdressers, a member of the Extension Homemakers who gives us a gift of beauty products each year, and for the Cardiac Rehab team.
After lunch, Hubbie and I ran errands. There was still ice in our yard and on the driveway, but traffic and higher temps had cleared the roadways.
As we left our yard, we noticed a policeman directing traffic on the highway, in front of our driveway. Hubbie asked what the problem was, and the officer said there had been an accident just down the road from our house. Our errands took us in a circle around town, so we passed the accident site on our way back home. Apparently, someone slid in the curve of the road and plowed the ditch on the right hand side.
Our errands took us first to a jewelry shop to check on Hubbie's watch, which only needed a new battery. Then we stopped by the art gallery to leave an expense reimbursement report and a CD of photos of the kids at the graham cracker cookie Christmas house workshop. From there, we went to the newspaper office to pick up papers that had not been delivered during the past couple of days due to the ice storm. After that, we went to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription, and then to the florist from which I'd ordered a plant for tonight's visitation. Seems our credit card had been declined, but when we checked with the florist, we found she'd taken the number down wrong.
We went to the other store that has a sale every weekend, so that I could look for a new Christmas sweater, before we went grocery shopping at the WDCS. I found a cute brown sweater vest with Santas and snowmen on it in pinks and blues that match a couple of turtleneck shirts I have. The sweater was on sale, plus there was a senior citizen discount of 15%.
After shopping for groceries, visiting the bank, and filling the van with gas, we were finally ready, about supper time, to head home. On the way, just before we reached the accident site, I saw a gray-haired lady doing the splits on her icy driveway. Apparently, after she had checked her mailbox, she was attempting to walk back to her car, which was parked on a slight incline, when her legs slipped apart, and down she went, spread-eagle, until her hands touched the ground. We were traveling too fast to stop, so I hope she got control of herself, or that someone helped her. I'd bet she'll be pretty sore tomorrow, though.
While we were gone, Mother had prepared a spaghetti dinner, and we were all hungry and ready to sit down to it. After supper, we changed into dark suitable clothing and went to the visitation for the husband of our scrapbook club friend. Both the wife and the sister of the deceased were very happy to see us, and hugged us for a long time.
The widow commented that her plane had been delayed in Texas yesterday because of ice storms, and she just about panicked over the idea that she might not get home in time for the funeral tomorrow. She said she would have lost it, if a very kind high-ranking military man had not seen that she got a hotel room, and then returned in the morning to escort her to breakfast and to the airport.
This lady, who had to leave the bedside of her dying son to come home and bury her husband, was praying, saying, "Lord, You promise not give us more than we can bear, but right now You're getting pretty close."
It was obvious by the dark circles and puffiness around her eyes, that she is grieving deeply, but she still appeared to be coping. I don't think I could be as brave and strong as she is.
When we got home, we watched a movie about the life and death of John Kennedy, Jr. We chose a strange night to watch this film that points to the unbelievable number of tragedies suffered by the Kennedy clan.
But on a high note, we followed the movie by watching our favorite college basketball team win over their opponents.
Daughter called just as I was finishing with my exercises. She wanted to tell me that following a treadmill stress test, her doctor decided she should have a catheter test to check for blocked arteries. She's to undergo the test at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning. We want to be there when she has the procedure, so we'll need to get up in the morning by 5 a.m. in order to be at the hospital, about two hours away, by around 8:30 a.m.
For the rest of the morning, I put together food gift packs for our hairdressers, a member of the Extension Homemakers who gives us a gift of beauty products each year, and for the Cardiac Rehab team.
After lunch, Hubbie and I ran errands. There was still ice in our yard and on the driveway, but traffic and higher temps had cleared the roadways.
As we left our yard, we noticed a policeman directing traffic on the highway, in front of our driveway. Hubbie asked what the problem was, and the officer said there had been an accident just down the road from our house. Our errands took us in a circle around town, so we passed the accident site on our way back home. Apparently, someone slid in the curve of the road and plowed the ditch on the right hand side.
Our errands took us first to a jewelry shop to check on Hubbie's watch, which only needed a new battery. Then we stopped by the art gallery to leave an expense reimbursement report and a CD of photos of the kids at the graham cracker cookie Christmas house workshop. From there, we went to the newspaper office to pick up papers that had not been delivered during the past couple of days due to the ice storm. After that, we went to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription, and then to the florist from which I'd ordered a plant for tonight's visitation. Seems our credit card had been declined, but when we checked with the florist, we found she'd taken the number down wrong.
We went to the other store that has a sale every weekend, so that I could look for a new Christmas sweater, before we went grocery shopping at the WDCS. I found a cute brown sweater vest with Santas and snowmen on it in pinks and blues that match a couple of turtleneck shirts I have. The sweater was on sale, plus there was a senior citizen discount of 15%.
After shopping for groceries, visiting the bank, and filling the van with gas, we were finally ready, about supper time, to head home. On the way, just before we reached the accident site, I saw a gray-haired lady doing the splits on her icy driveway. Apparently, after she had checked her mailbox, she was attempting to walk back to her car, which was parked on a slight incline, when her legs slipped apart, and down she went, spread-eagle, until her hands touched the ground. We were traveling too fast to stop, so I hope she got control of herself, or that someone helped her. I'd bet she'll be pretty sore tomorrow, though.
While we were gone, Mother had prepared a spaghetti dinner, and we were all hungry and ready to sit down to it. After supper, we changed into dark suitable clothing and went to the visitation for the husband of our scrapbook club friend. Both the wife and the sister of the deceased were very happy to see us, and hugged us for a long time.
The widow commented that her plane had been delayed in Texas yesterday because of ice storms, and she just about panicked over the idea that she might not get home in time for the funeral tomorrow. She said she would have lost it, if a very kind high-ranking military man had not seen that she got a hotel room, and then returned in the morning to escort her to breakfast and to the airport.
This lady, who had to leave the bedside of her dying son to come home and bury her husband, was praying, saying, "Lord, You promise not give us more than we can bear, but right now You're getting pretty close."
It was obvious by the dark circles and puffiness around her eyes, that she is grieving deeply, but she still appeared to be coping. I don't think I could be as brave and strong as she is.
When we got home, we watched a movie about the life and death of John Kennedy, Jr. We chose a strange night to watch this film that points to the unbelievable number of tragedies suffered by the Kennedy clan.
But on a high note, we followed the movie by watching our favorite college basketball team win over their opponents.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Tuesday, Dec. 16
Our small town, and indeed the whole state, has practically come to a standstill, thanks to a generous coating of ice on the roadways. Predictions were that the temp would rise enough to melt it by afternoon, but it did not.
We got up late, and I headed to the treadmill. Just as I was finishing my exercises, a water aerobics friend called. I was scheduled to interview her this afternoon for a story about her recently published book. But it was apparent that we would not be able to do it today. We decided to schedule for a later, as yet undetermined, date.
Hubbie helped Mother come from her house, across the slippery yard, to our house, where she continued to work on the jigsaw puzzle. After I got ready for the day, I completed several tasks, including finishing the coffee filter angels, and putting together a food gift basket for the Cardiac Rehab staff.
After lunch, I called one of the members of our scrapbook club to tell her about the death of another member's husband. We agreed to split the cost of a plant, on behalf of the club, for the visitation and funeral. The visitation is scheduled for tomorrow evening from 6 p.m. to 8 p.m. We plan to attend.
I spent the rest of the afternoon at my computer, putting together an expense report for the graham cracker Christmas house workshop last Saturday, to be submitted to the arts council for reimbursement. And I also wrote cut lines for photos I took at the workshop, and e-mailed the snapshots to the regional newspaper that I freelance for occasionally.
I tried to burn a CD of these snapshots to give to the arts council director, but the CD burner on my PC doesn't seem to be working. I'll try to burn them on my laptop later.
Supper was meatloaf, baked potatoes, and green beans. It's good to get back to ordinary food after so many holiday meals.
We got up late, and I headed to the treadmill. Just as I was finishing my exercises, a water aerobics friend called. I was scheduled to interview her this afternoon for a story about her recently published book. But it was apparent that we would not be able to do it today. We decided to schedule for a later, as yet undetermined, date.
Hubbie helped Mother come from her house, across the slippery yard, to our house, where she continued to work on the jigsaw puzzle. After I got ready for the day, I completed several tasks, including finishing the coffee filter angels, and putting together a food gift basket for the Cardiac Rehab staff.
After lunch, I called one of the members of our scrapbook club to tell her about the death of another member's husband. We agreed to split the cost of a plant, on behalf of the club, for the visitation and funeral. The visitation is scheduled for tomorrow evening from 6 p.m. to 8 p.m. We plan to attend.
I spent the rest of the afternoon at my computer, putting together an expense report for the graham cracker Christmas house workshop last Saturday, to be submitted to the arts council for reimbursement. And I also wrote cut lines for photos I took at the workshop, and e-mailed the snapshots to the regional newspaper that I freelance for occasionally.
I tried to burn a CD of these snapshots to give to the arts council director, but the CD burner on my PC doesn't seem to be working. I'll try to burn them on my laptop later.
Supper was meatloaf, baked potatoes, and green beans. It's good to get back to ordinary food after so many holiday meals.
Mr. Christmas
Early this month, Daughter-in-Law e-mailed to let me know that Grandson had been voted most popular boy in all the sixth grade classes at his school. He was to escort the most popular girl at an event at the school last Friday.
Grandson, dubbed "Mr. Christmas," was told that for the event, he needed to wear dress pants, shirt, and tie. So his mom scrambled to find an appropriate outfit for this boy who lives only in jeans, t-shirts and the like. Grandson is husky, so it was no small order to find suitable clothing on such short notice.
The event occurred last Friday, at a time I was unable to attend, but a professional photographer was on board, and yesterday I visited her website to see several snapshots of him and "Miss Christmas."
I wanted him to know I'm proud of him, so I sent a card and a little cash, and I'll be looking forward to getting photos of him to work into a special scrapbook page.
Grandson, dubbed "Mr. Christmas," was told that for the event, he needed to wear dress pants, shirt, and tie. So his mom scrambled to find an appropriate outfit for this boy who lives only in jeans, t-shirts and the like. Grandson is husky, so it was no small order to find suitable clothing on such short notice.
The event occurred last Friday, at a time I was unable to attend, but a professional photographer was on board, and yesterday I visited her website to see several snapshots of him and "Miss Christmas."
I wanted him to know I'm proud of him, so I sent a card and a little cash, and I'll be looking forward to getting photos of him to work into a special scrapbook page.
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