The sky is blue.
No, mama, the sky’s green today – tornado.
The sky is blue.
No, the sky’s black today – gonna rain.
The sky is BLUE, mama!
Yes, son, the sky is blue.
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write between 33-333 words using the following quote as a brain tickler:
“What I tell you three times is true.” by Lewis Carroll.
The two girls who complained about not going fishing yesterday, got their alone time with us today. They chose shopping over fishing – no silly girls, these. They know that a shopping trip is started with lunch of their choice. So, it was off to Ginger’s for us – burgers and chicken strips and a first ever taste of a malted.
The malted brought up an interesting side conversation:
Me – so did you taste the malt?
Pup – No, wait! is that the stuff in the little balls?
Me – you mean MALTED milk balls? Yes.
Pup – oh, then, yes I tasted it.
laughter
And, that is what we specialize in with our grandkiddos – laughter – generous dollops of laughter. Never AT them, mind you. Always WITH them. We, of course, are often the butts of the jokes THEY tell. In fact, caught the girls mimicing our walk/waddle/stride while in the store. Little imps.
After all the groceries were in the basket the girls begged to be allowed to wander through the “gadget” aisles (quote the Pup: we’re too old for TOYS, we call them gadgets. cue laughter). Gramps was not with us at this point. I wandered for a bit, then went to sit (test sit) in the furniture department. Both girls found webkinz and asked if the amount was too much. This is a Gramps question so I told them we would wait for his return to answer it.
While waiting . . . .
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The answer when Gramps returned – and was BOOOed! – was, of course, yes. We checked out, and the girls helped bring in the groceries, then disappeared to play with their new “gadgets”.
Why, yes, yes we do: we live in Alaska – we make our own fun.🙂
The saying goes: a bad day fishin’ is better than a good day workin’ – and yesterday was such a day. We took three of the boys fishing at a nearby lake. Great fun. Some pics are posted on fb, but I thought I would share some here as well, since not everyone is (gasp!) on fb. Click on the thumbnails for larger views.
The boy in blue stays with the grands during daytimes, when his dad is working. Izzy got the biggest catch, when he caught his ear while casting. Didn’t even break the skin and was properly ministered to by Gramps and me. He proceeded to catch the first fish – HIS first ever and was inordinately proud of himself. The other two boys also caught several, most of which went back into the lake. They each took home a fish, however, helping to feed the family.
We caught a bit of grief later from the two youngest girls, who were not at home when we picked up the boys, because they had not gotten to go. Gramps, properly abashed, will be setting aside time to take them in the coming week.
Such a beautiful day – we only left (after 4 hours or so) because it was getting too crowded to be slinging lines with hooks around. There were a lot of people splashing and swimming, and others boating or playing on other watercraft. Time to skeeeeedaddle.
“Mama, I only want red shoes. Someday when my feet are fixed will you buy some, please?â€
Her mother nodded her head. “I promise, Nancy. You will have your red shoes, my daughter.â€
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The weekend challenge from Trifecta is retelling our favorite story in 33 words only. I read Red Shoes for Nancy by Marguerite Hamilton over and over when I was about 12 years old. The tale of a little girl who only wanted a pair of red shoes resonated with me. I would dearly love to have a copy of the book, but cannot afford the ones I have found for sale. Instead I will remember it in my heart.
Friday Haiku
