Month: March 1999

  • daughter looks like mom

    My daughter stopped by the office on her way to her first job interview. She didn’t need encouragement; she wanted me to run an errand she was supposed to do. Having spent my lunch time running my own errands, I did not have time to take care of hers. I gave it back to her,…

  • no time to miss folks

    If I weren’t so busy, I might have had time to miss my family when they went off to Mexico for spring break last week. The reality however is that I used the time to catch up. For months housework, paperwork and correspondence have been rather hit and miss. After my husband, daughter and exchange…

  • Ginger and Basil up to speed

    I spent the weekend visiting my son’s family in New Orleans. Both the little girl and the baby boy are in phases typical for their ages. Their momma told me her 3-month-old bouncing baby boy of bliss, laughs and coos at me as long as I talk with him. If I turn away to do…

  • Ginger’s 2nd birthday

    The little tike celebrated her second birthday at our house. She is growing up fast as her little brother which insures she knows the world does not rotate around her. She wandered through the house, her tiny hands poking and grabbing everything within her vicinity. She carried some items until something else caught her eye.…

  • Mark’s hard summer as 5 year-old

    The summer my oldest son was 5, we dug, one shovelful at a time, a basement under our existing home. In June we had a digging party for my teenage stepson’s friends. The guys went downstairs with their shovels. The 5-year-old found an extra shovel and tagged along to help the big boys. He as…

  • math facts learned for ice cream

    His final report card said that in spite of al year of work and after school flash card drills, he had not learned his math facts. When we did flash cards, he hemmed, hawed, looked away, taking forever to answer. Certain h e could answer more quickly my patience evaporated. Tempted to whack him on…

  • weekend in jammies

    My good intentions for cleaning the house over the weekend floated away bit by bit Friday as weariness and dizziness descended. Fighting the cobwebs of sleep pulling my eyelids shut, I drove home very slowly that afternoon. I pulled on a warm housecoat and slumped into bed. When my husband returned from his four-day business…