“To kids from one to ninety-two . . .”
Or so the lyrics of The Christmas Song go as I remember them. Well, in my case it’s “from five to ninety-three.” I’ve been off work for a week, but staying at home. Yesterday I helped my ninety-three year old aunt put on her shoes, then later, I heard my grandson call out “G-Ma, can you help me with my shoes?” Yes, sir, I can! As I helped the five-year-old with his shoes, I thought of the lyrics.
Right now the kids/grandkids are camping out with me and my sister and I are helping our aunt and uncle into an assisted care facility that’s only a stone’s throw from our homes. So it’s been a family staycation week which meant I put away my computer. Let me tell you, it’s been worth it. Aunt Doris LOVES her new digs and this past week, listening to five-year-old and three-year-old philosophies has been invigorating and exhausting. (Oh, my aching back!) Each night, rain or shine, we walk outside, touch the Christmas lights and make a wish to Santa. “Shhh. It’s a secret!”
Tomorrow most of the staycation ends and I’ll find myself back in the wilds of Wyoming, finishing my section of the sequel to SINISTER a novel I cowrote a few years back with Nancy Bush and Rosalind Noonan. I’m having great fun with the story, but I’m glad I took a break for time with the grandkids while they really are still “littles.” It’s amazing how kids see the world. Maybe I’ll take a lesson!
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