Not a Routine Sunday

The past week was certainly different. A lot of good things happened and a couple of not so good things. We have a new grandson. Buddy's grandfather passed away. Sarah and Baby went home from the hospital. Sarah's follow-up appointment with the doctor went well. Baby's first appointment went well, too. Oldest grandson developed a mean stomach virus. Keith is finally through school and is starting to catch up on small repairs and refurbishing around their house. Joe is at his new job and it's going well. Harry and I are just doing what old folks do - nothing.

This day just doesn't seem like Sunday. For the first time in a looooong time we won't have a gathering and I feel lost. Everyone who can is going out to see Baby and do other things. Golly, gee, I hope this isn't a new trend but young families have many obligations and we don't want to become another. As long as everyone is well and reasonably happy we will be content. After all, Harry and I don't fight when we're alone. Sometimes he'll read to me while I crochet, sometimes we watch a movie - always NASCAR, we look forward to planning our next meal, part of the time we're each doing our own thing, we talk a lot (at least Harry would say so), and each is just happy that the other is there. We are both reasonably healthy and not so senile that we can't manage to function. For what more can we ask? Perhaps a yardman and full time housekeeper? New cars and a million dollars? Naaah, I don't think so.

I've spent my morning catching up with blogs and commenting. It's been over a week since I managed to do that. I've appreciated your visits and comments to the disjointed postings I've put out there. Thank you for not forgetting me. Let's "talk" more another time. Have a happy afternoon.