It runs in the family...

granddaughter Ali  driving tractor

 All Marymine's crew are well and busy with farming, school, and sports.

Haven't gotten to see my Sean since June, and that is a long time between hugs for his mom.   He is a workaholic, so it was great to see photos of him enjoying time away from the grind with family. He and his girlfriend flew to Vegas for the weekend, and he happened to meet up with two of his cousins (there for a friend's wedding). 

It has also been too long since Granny got to hug on Sean's girls. Photos are great but it isn't the same. His oldest, Jacey and her BF going to Home Coming 2016.

Miss B being the cutie she is.

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I have been trying to stay out of trouble here, and for the most part succeeding, well other than punching my Yoga Instructor.    
We were doing the circuit training part, before the yoga part, and I was on the station that was: punch, punch, elbow, elbow, kick, kick.  (The punch part is a controlled move, not a wild swing.) That's what I was doing when my instructor said, "you need a target, here..." and Bless her heart, she stepped right in front of me, just as I punched.  Her reflexes are good enough that she was able to block the punch. (My control was such that I pulled the punch, and if you believe that you are way slower than I thought...) We laughed, all was good. 
Later my hand went a little cattywampus, but Doc says it isn't broken, Yay! Doc was funny: "Haven't seen you in two years! You take no medications! Still doing all the things I told you not to?" 
"Yep!" I said. 
"BP is 110/68, hand is badly bruised, but that's not your preferred gun hand, now get outta here." 
Next yoga class I'm going with a honking big fake cast on my hand and arm, cause warrior granny yoga is not for sissies, and attitude runs in the family...

 

Seeing Grands...

Colt, Lauren, and Ali in tomato harvest 2014

The downside to not being able to get very far from mom & dad's is I don't get to see my grandkids as much as I want/need. 

The gods may have smiled on me, as I think I have found a good relief caregiver for the folks.  She is a pistol, talks a mile a minute, bonded, actually had dad stumped for a second, and mom just staring at her.  I can be too quiet at times.   She will make things interesting for them, and give me a chance to see my grandkids.

Obits & the fish report...

Being a mom and granny is the best gig ever.  I have had a lot of jobs over my lifetime, nothing high profile, nothing world beater. At least by some miracle of circumstance...   I have never been fired. 

 That may be part of the draw of being granny, even if you would rather take them camping, teach them to be good stewards of the land, shoot a bubble gun, ride a horse, eat direct from the garden and make a mean mud pie...than cook or knit... they can't fire you!  Came pretty darn close once job wise, when I was writing obits and the fish report for the local rag and got a little overly exuberant with it...

Away with you

I'm so ready to be away. It has been a very long time since I've gotten to see My Sean & his girls. They have sent me the ticket to fly up and spend two weeks with them.
Getting everything ready to leave in the care of Himself has been a stretch. I have had to make a great many lists for him, and I abhor making lists for others.
My Sean and the girls have sent an itinerary that would make a weaker granny shudder. Two whole weeks on the move every minute, with lots of travel, luggage, people I haven't yet met, places I've never been before. YeeHaa, bring it on.