Summer Recreation

Ari and I completed our first Vacation Bible School at Holy Spirit this year. She started the week shyly, clinging to Grandma the first day. On the second day she said, "Grandma, you do not have to be with my class today." On the third day she was a bit more emphatic: "Grandma, don't stay with me today." She made a new friend, and was bugging me about play dates the second day. I also met some new people from our cluster. Loads of grandparents dropping their grand kids off for the day, and then picking them up again at the end. About half of the adults helping were grandparents, some with grandchildren attending like myself, others not, but all seeing the need to pass on the faith. Oh, but now I have the SonWest Roundup songs stuck in my head. "We're gonna ride, we're gonna ride, we're gonna ride with Jesus Christ."

On Saturday I stopped at Saver's to look for the next two Jan Karon books, Out to Canaan, and A New Song. No luck. I checked out a few garage sales, but no luck there, either. That means I will have to go dig through books at the Treasure Chest some day. Instead, when I was not able to sleep last night, I crawled into Ari's bed with Little House in the Highlands (Melissa Wiley, Harper Collins, New York, 1999).  This is the first of the series of children's books about Laura Ingalls Wilder's ascendants. My sister had given me a collection of the series several years ago, but I had never gotten around to reading them. This one has captured my attention and kept me interested.

One more session of physical therapy to go for my neck. The therapist strongly recommends that I do the MRI scheduled by my family practitioner, and do follow-up with a neurologist, and then a neuro ophthalmologist. There is concern that numerous concussions have taken their toll over the years, but also some hope that a neuro ophthalmologist can put a prism in my eye, or at least order eye exercises for the nystagmus I have had since childhood. I am reticent about so much treatment. On the other hand, I am all for anything which will help my eye sight, given our family history of macular degeneration. I do not know what I would do should my eagle eye fail, since my right eye is almost useless as it is now.

Fourth of July

We are home for the Fourth. I have been up since 7:00 AM. After mass and a British style breakfast of grilled-in-the-pan toast (buttered on both sides), two eggs and a cuppa, I had to sit and read my Jan Karon book while Husband went out golfing. After that I folded clothes and sheets, and started cooking. I made a pot of chili for tomorrow (one container for the freezer), and then dug potatoes and made potato salad. Then I baked a turtle pecan dessert and two batches of muffins. I look forward to our typical Fourth of July supper of hamburgers, onions, potato salad, watermelon and chips. Then I get to wash more dishes, do a little bit of gardening, and then go back to my book! Tomorrow I have to call and find out if we do, in fact have a Catholic United Financial meeting. Otherwise it will be time to do some ironing and dust-mopping.