Tuesday, December 20, 2011

On the way to...

Gus and I drove up that nine hour long ribbon of highway to spend the holidays with Sean and his girls in the great Pacific Northwest.  
Sean is busy working to provide for his girls. I'm here to take care of the homefront, as the youngest recovers from surgeries on both her hips and legs.  This means full leg casts, this means granny is doing a bit of lifting. An eight year old can test your mettle any day, add in full leg casts and you know what I'm up against.  Last night as I was lifting the girl with the hot pink casts into bed...her sister said, with awe in her voice..."Granny you are going to be sooo buff when this is all over"...
 

Friday, December 9, 2011

Time and again

What a year...
fraught with sadness over the passing of Himself, worry at the deployment of my Navy medic grandson to Afghanistan, and concern for the youngest granddaughter, during her recent surgeries to help with her mobility.
And Gus has been black listed by the groomer for unbecoming behavior. What? he's a Scottie, he has attitude bred into him...
There have been many good times as well: The grand kids sports games, I try to go often, and not cheer overly loud...sometimes I succeed. I've been up to see my mom & dad more often this year. Dad at 88, is still taking their money on the golf course...
Visits with my dear brother, here at the bunkhouse and on the Oregon coast. Gus and I driving up to Vancouver as often as possible to spend time with Sean and his girls. Always a good thing.  Marymine and the kids just across the way from the bunkhouse, to hug on & enjoy.
There is a long To Do, To Learn list...so if you see a Scottie driving an ol SUV with a white haired, wild eyed granny, best get outta the way...