What are you doing tonight?

What are you doing tonight? Wish I could see you, be with you. We would have gone this weekend to see Santa. I know what I would wish Santa to bring me. What would you wish for?

Your dad tricked your mom into coming home. You and her arrived on the 12th of November. He would not let her call me to tell me yall were home. He picked you and her up from the airport and you went to see your pawpaw. He died a week later and that is how I found out that you were here.

Your dad has your mom under house arrest. She can not even go to the bathroom without him standing by the door.

I don't know what you dad will tell you as you grow up. But I am putting this out in hopes you will discover this blog in an archive somewhere. Now that you are back here, here are the rules your dad has said. 1. I can not have you and your mom over here together. You can be here or your mom can be here. Just can't be together. That's even true for Thanksgiving. 2. I have seen you once but your dad did let you spend the night. We played in the bathtub with the dog looking on. I thought for awhile the dog was going to climb into the tub with you but he was content to just watch you play. 3. Your aunt Morgan wanted to see you (she had not seen you in a long time) but your dad said no. The day before was your mawmaw's birthday so you had to spend the next day with her. So Morgan drove over and went in to see you, hug you and kiss you. Your mawmaw and daddy thought your Aunt Morgan was going to take you (I don't know why they thought this) and your mawmaw snatched you up. Morgan wasn't allowed to hold you. So Morgan came out to the car and told me this. She goes back in to give you a kiss and to see if she can give you a hug. I was in the car as this was just going to take a few minutes and I carried on a nice conversation with your Uncle Ray about his car wreck and his purchase of his new but used car. Well, to make a some story shortened, Morgan was accused to trying to steal you away and I was in the getaway car with the motor running (it was turned off). No sense in wasting gas with the price of gas over 2.50 a gallon.

I pray to God that you stay safe and do not grow up like them. I hope I am still living when you can or do decide to look us up. I love you. Grandmommy

All is right with the world this morning

Mrs. Barney has had her babies from the look of it. Glad that I am feeding her as this will help the babies be healthy. Yes, I know that squirrels are part of the rat family. I use to have a Flying Squirrel for a pet as a child. This squirrel pet, I named after some Disney movie of that time period. I can still recall the name. Funny, it originally was a name of a cat. Cats eat squirrels.

The picture is of a fountain, Gus Wortham Fountain in Houston. It is a large fountain and I have cropped this picture down. Each faucet looks like it is spraying wheels of water. Wes and I use to go there. We use to always make sure we had our wedding anniversary off from work. We would go out to eat lunch at a restaurant we had never been to then we would stop by the fountain and have our picture taken with the fountain.

We don't take off from work anymore on the day. It has just become just another day in the struggle to make ends meet and raise the kids. Now the girls are grown. Barb is married and living in Denver. Whit has a long-term boyfriend and they have a baby, our first grandchild and they live with us and neither one of them work. Morgan will go off to school, hopefully, if we can scrape the money together this fall.

No, this is not a doom and gloom session about the kids or about the empty nest. We will always have Whit (bipolar) and Cliff (ex-offender if he can keep out of trouble) and Jason (trying to provide him balance and stability of life). No, just talking about how we woke up today and so far it seems to be a normal one for us.