Tuesday, February 10, 2015
I came across this on Instagram tonight. That's p.j. in the middle, her dad on the right, his little brother--her uncle on the left.
(The uncle has been Jay's trusty plumbing side-kick the last few weeks. Jay wishes he had enough work to keep him helping every day. He's wiry and capable, has a good sense of humor.)
Oh, I laughed though. Hair brushes driving the roads?
Monday Alicia texted me early. b.g. had a stomachache and his little brother had a class and could I keep care of him for a couple hours?
Apparently he gobbled down his breakfast and then was complaining and holding his stomach and what do you do with a guy like that? Take him to preschool in that state?
No. Take him to Grandma's.
He rolled around on the big, red couch for about fifteen minutes. I asked him if he thought a popsicle might help?
He thought it would, so I carried in the milkman food and found the popsicles, and he ate one and was well.
He woke up his aunt and uncle, and felt better.
I love miracle cures.
Alicia and I had a fine lunch of tuna sandwiches, even though I ran out of mayonnaise and the Miracle Whip was expired.
We persevered and survived.
Tonight, late, I drove home after the snow, and the sky was that thing it does after a snowstorm, the huge pink dome of sky, bright as day. Over the pines, there was a little slice that was a perfect baby blue.
And I came in this house and found one sleeping man, and a couple sweet kids, and now it's actually tomorrow.
Love you all so, Val