Love is [like the sea.] It's [a] moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from [the] shore it meets, and it's different with every shore.
--Zora Neale Hurston
Love is different with every person, and that's a good thing.
The father of my two grandsons called yesterday. It was lovely to talk with him, but even better was hearing the squeaks and coos of baby Remy lying in his lap.
My niece drove us north to Beachwood where we picked up my cousin Marlene and took her out to lunch. Marlene's mother and my mother were sisters. It is comical in that each of us have less-than-Pollyanna feelings about our own mothers, but each of us thought the aunt was the best ever. Her mom bought me my first pair of overalls (RED!) which infuriated my mother because all she wanted to do was dress me up in frilly, scratchy dresses. Mom's plan mightily backfired as I hate to dress up to this day.
We visited a new-to-us brewpub and had a beer, which fortified us for a trip to Menards. Mostly we wandered around the Christmas decorations, and we both bought some cool lights. I will help my niece with her holiday decorations which will hopefully get me going in a positive mental direction for the season.
In shocking developments--it was a Saturday without a nap!!! But, of course, Rummikub finished off our day.
Leta
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Been seeing lots of snowflakes here! |