I’ve got a grandson today, all day (from 8 to 6, which is a bit long), but I’ll see if I can lure him out to the Pirate movie or at least the library. I took this photo yesterday:
Which means Ian and Kate are just at the start of their first, epic kiss. Which is okay, I’ll get to it. Today isn’t a work day, and that’s just fine.
I did go to Taffy’s grave yesterday; I sang her “Happy Birthday.” She would have been 68, and I had the weirdest feeling. She died when she was 64. 64 was the oldest age of my generation — and now I’m there when I’m not 57. After always being the middle child I’m suddenly the oldest. Yes, I know I was before, once she died, but having reached her age it feels … weird.
Anyway, been searching through the pictures from Disney three summers ago, at the conference. So compare this:
My, my. And that wasn’t near my top weight. I really am looking different.
So my task for the day? Not to have a task. To play with Alex. Oh, I can involve him in stuff, like putting stuff out on the desk, etc. But basically I need to let all my responsibilities slide. Just for today.