Sneaking in a post

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My hubby has taken the grandsons to the beach this evening. I was up at stupid O-dark-thirty this morning, and while I went back to sleep (and had a half-caff tea at 2 p.m.), I am wholly TOAST now. But (BUT!) I have enough brain cells (barely) to craft this post. Because it's been days since I wrote more than notes to friends while at the same time encouraging my grandsons to write/draw letters for their cousins. And sometimes (SOMETIMES) a little plug-in to one's usual reality means the world.

The week has sped past, as all weeks seem to do. The boys have enjoyed themselves thoroughly, although my youngest grandson is pretty much ready to go home. He's six and a half, could jump on the trampoline for most of the day if permitted. His elder brother could hunt for wild plums and sticks and play cards with me or watch baseball with Grandpa. We had sunny days to start, typical cloudy days for the finish. I drive them home on Sunday, spending a few days with my daughter as well as the chaps, then return next Wednesday. I've had more time with the chickens than I thought would occur, including a nice half hour in the run this afternoon, during which time my husband snapped the photo below of myself and Owl. These chicks are five and a half weeks old; are they still chicks even? I guess, as they aren't officially pullets (maybe a cockerel among them) for another two and a half weeks. But my goodness, they don't seem like the puff-balls we brought home five weeks ago!

Will they remember me when I return is a query I ponder, lol. I hope so. If they don't, well.... I'll cross that bridge when it arrives.

Living in one's home but dwelling in a different realm through the eyes and actions of kids is a funny thing. Snuggles are copious with the six-year-old, yet the connection I have with the ten-year-old is the kind you might accrue with a child much older. That comes via all the card games we've played over the years, starting with Go Fish when he was three. This time we've added Gin to the routine, and, um, poker. We play with Legos as our currency, Five Card Draw. Jokers are wild, sometimes twos, threes, or fours. Little brother plays Go Fish with us, but only holds three cards in his hand at a time, the rest of his cards arranged on his chair. He beat me yesterday, and was still crowing about it this evening.

Lots of blueberries have been eaten from the bushes in our garden, blackberries too. Oldest grandson made a Korean Beef dish on Monday, but the green beans haven't been picked in days, LOL. This afternoon we kicked around a soccer ball and threw the Frisbee, and my meniscus is NOT happy with me, sigh. That's why I'm not with them at the beach. Hopefully my knee will feel better tomorrow, and hopefully I won't be awake at stupid O-dark-thirty tomorrow morning. If I am, well, I'll drink some tea and mull over the exceptional elements of the last seven days. And drink a little more tea while I pack a suitcase and confirm all their treasures are also gathered. Chat with you more next week, plenty of book and quilt hoo-haa to discuss!

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