Saturday I did some cleaning around the house and found an old planner that belonged to Jerry. It was in really great shape and I had planned to use it instead of my old one, although my planner was more expensive, this one was hardly ever used. Instead, I gave it to Sarah. It is just the kind of thing I remember liking as a kid. I wasn't disappointed either. She loved it.
She opened the binder and took out pages and began writing and playing like she was writing a prescription. I believe she wrote one for Tylenol, acetaminophen, and something else. I was impressed.
I left her in the living room and went to the kitchen where I began washing dishes. She called out and said, "Mawmaw, I have to punch holes in this paper so it will go back in."
I told her she didn't have to do that because it had holes already in it. I left the sink to see what she was talking about.
She stood, pushing the page down onto the binder rings to make holes. She said, "They're on the wrong side and I have to to put them back in."
I started laughing and walked over. "Sweetie, you just have to turn the page over and the holes are right there."
She gave a gasp and shook her head, "You should have taken a video of me, Mawmaw."
I lost it then.
The journey of a widowed Southern lady stranded in the Mid-west surviving the
perils and pearls of grief, adult children, grandchildren, writing, retirement, and assorted crises.
She is a doll!
ReplyDeletedon't they just brighten your day, I love having my grandchildren to stay.
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