I write to keep my sanity. I also want my children and grandchildren to have something to look back on when my days are gone. My paternal grandfather passed away when I was eight. I remember very little about him. My fraternal grandfather was around until I was thirty three and I remember a lot of things we did with him. I didn't know his personal thoughts about life in general. I wasn't much of one to ask and he wasn't much of one to tell. He would tell you what he thought about a particular situation, but would not provide the deeper thoughts he lived with. I'm the same in many ways. I tend to back myself into a corner when in a crowd. I end up day dreaming and missing out on what is really happening. Its not that I don't care. I just drift off and think of how much I love being with my family and how I don't want the moment to end.
After two weeks in Chattanooga, I returned home last Friday for a weekend break. Caris and Thomas arrived Friday evening and so did the rain. 4+ inches fell in our area which was a big relief to the water tables.
Saturday we did a little shopping for upholstery fabrics for Caris. Then lunch was at the Olive Garden with Patrick, Jessica, Nolan and Dean. Nolan sat between Jessica and me. He gave the googlie eyes and smiles to a little girl at another table. Nolan eats pretty good for a two year old and also did a pretty good job sitting in the booster chair. Dean did prety good sucking down a bottle of formula. After my meal I released Dean from his car seat and helped him with a burp and some free movement. Most of that time, he was watching big brother.
Caris and Gin attended their hair dresser's wedding while Thomas and I hung out at home, computing, reading and a little television. I did manage to sneak in a thirty minute nap to take the edge off the yawning. Shortly after Caris and Thomas left for home, Patrick called. He and Nolan drove to Charlotte for the monster truck show. Nolan had fallen in the bleachers and cut his chin bad enough to need stitches. He was bandaged at the speedway, then Patrick drove him home to get Jessica before going to the Emergency Room. He received five stitches under his chin to close the cut. It reminded me of all the little accidents I had in my youth and all the ER visits I made with my Mom.
Sunday was a day for Gin and I to catch up on chores before I departed for Chattanooga. I managed to get the lawn cut and deliver the mower to Patrick for his own grass. We did a little shopping and picked up an extra tall safety gate for the stairs. After Nolan's accident Saturday and his climbing over the gate we had, it was a no brainer to do something immediately. The gate was easily mounted and appeared to be a good solution. The rest of the evening we watched shows recorded on the DVR.
I'm in Chattanooga for I don't know how many more weeks. I hope you enjoy your week and are thankful for the things you have. I am!
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