My youngest granddaughter will be starting school again in about two weeks. She'll be in the SIXTH grade, already. My darling baby grandson had his 22nd birthday Sunday. These are my youngest grandchildren, and the ones I grew up with.
The granddaughter, Rena, is already a couple inches taller than I am, but I'm the runt of the family, anyway. Grandson, Gryffan, is big and bulky. He thinks he wants to be a pro wrestler, but oh! I hope that never comes about.
All my older grandchildren have children of their own, and my eldest grandchild has a grandchild. Do you have any idea how decrepit that makes me feel??? I'm just a kid. I'm not nearly old enough to be a great-great grandmother.
Ah, shoot, Toots, face it. Look in the mirror. See those lines and all that white hair. The face needs a lot of work on it, but the hair is curly. Yeah, it's pretty hair.
Now, if I could lose 30-40 pounds, I'd be able to get into those pretty dresses and suits that are hanging in the back of the closet, all neatly covered with plastic to keep the dust out. How many more dozens of years before that happens? I suppose they'll eventually go to Goodwill or Salvation Army, because they'll be out of style.
No, wait. If you keep a dress long enough, it's so out of style that it's back in style.
Come to think of it, even ten pounds would be nice.
We had a bit of rain here this evening. Not enough to do any good, but it smelled so nice!
Ah, I'm babbling. I guess I'll go to bed.
Shalom.