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Friday November 27 2015  A WEEK’S END

When will I learn?  It seems no matter how hard I try I always seem to bite off more than I should.  It was a bit of a race today to do all I wanted to do and all I made commitments to do and still be the fun grandma.  I fear I must not have been so fun.  Fortunately, Dave was a good sport and stepped up to the bat and kept the boys occupied for a while when I had to go out and pick up some supplies to do what I needed to do.  One thing on the agenda was to pick up the fresh turkey I ordered so I could come home and get it in the oven.  The most important things to do all day was to be a grandparent to the grandsons since we had invited them to come over for a slumber party.  Finally at 11:00 p.m. last night the oldest one said he needed to go to sleep.  And it only took me another hour to finish up the blog and get ready for bed.  And of course I was awake early, as was oldest grandson.  I sent him back to bed and went back to bed myself for a short time until my head was no longer foggy.  That was a little after 6:00 a.m.. 

I did  accomplish getting that turkey in the oven and I even accomplished making a double batch of soup out of the broth boiled from the neighbor’s generosity of giving me two turkey carcasses.  We had our batch for dinner tonight to celebrate our daughter-in-law’s birthday.  I took the other batch over to the neighbors to say thank you for the broth. 

We had a wonderful meal and a fun time sharing stories about Amy.  I told the story how I used to pray for Courtland’s wife since he was a baby.  I prayed that God would bring them together at the right time and it would be a marriage that would be strong and lasting.  Little did I know through most of those years that a little girl that went to our church and sat close to us would grow up to be the mother of our grandchildren.  I knew Amy through knowing her mother.  Of course I didn’t know she would someday be our daughter-in-law. 

And now everyone is gone.  After taking the soup next door I walked back into the house and it was just too quiet.  Just in case you don’t know it, two little boys can be very rambunctious and NOISY!  I love the noise.  I love the business of their hustle bustle.  I enjoy preparing meals for them and playing games with them.  However, as I said earlier, I wasn’t the best of grandmas today.  I didn’t really have much time to play with them.  Next time we’ll meet them somewhere for dinner to make the kid exchange.  That way it won’t be necessary for me to do so much while the boys are here.  It is always more fun when I go to their house to watch them because everything is always done, cleaned up, ready for fun.  Somehow Amy seems to have everything in order and she always makes it look so easy.  I think I have a vague recollection of those days in my life but they certainly seem to be in the past.  Here I am, ALMOST RETIRED, and I can’t even keep up.  Oh well, at least I’m never bored.  I certainly hope the boys don’t outgrow the old folks too quickly.  I know when peers become upper most in their life that it is bound to happen.  I just hope to entice them back through traditions and the memory of fun times together.  We’ll see.

AND WE’LL BE THE LITTLE ONES

By Kathleen Martens

November 27 2015

Today has been a very long day

My back is griping a bit

As I sit and compose these words

My aches are having a fit.

Even though I must admit

Every hour has had its pleasure.

And though I am all tired out

The moments were filled with treasure.

I can still hear the laughter

Of my heart’s perfect song

Through the joy of grandchildren

Laughing all day long.

Through the messes and the noise

Their presence did enhance

The gift that they give to me

In childlike wondrous dance.

And now the house is quiet

As if ghosts whisper here

And the memory of their laughter

Is a keepsake always near.

Too soon they’ll be grown,

And older we’ll become.

And the child becomes the parent

And we’ll be the little ones.

Sort of a melancholy ending to the above poem.  Oh well, it rhymed! 

Short blog for a long day (two days actually) and I must still shower and get into bed.  We have another pot of turkey bones boiling so we must stay up to make certain it is strained and refrigerated.  And our week comes to an end.  But, tomorrow is Saturday.  Life goes on…

Good night and God bless each of you. 

May your December be filled with love and peace and blessing and at least one Christmas movie!