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Hey, Y'all,
Yeah, yesterday was a real party time, and I loved every minute of it, because as I said the other day, "All grandmothers of the bride or groom have to do is just show up." Yesterday morning began with Sunday School, followed by church. Then the ladies of our group went to lunch at a nearby Subway and had lots of fun just talking and eating. Those in my group were Carol (mother of the bride), Marlene (mother of the groom), Amy (wife of Matthew and sister in law of bride), Emily (the bride), and yours truly.
After we had finished lunch we hot-footed it (actually drove, that is) back to the church and I went into the fellowship hall where the bridal shower was being held, and the other four people in my group went into the new educational building of the church to take a tour of it. I went in to the fellowship hall and observed the preparations going on. I actually sat down and watched (no fool I, knowing I would be there for quite a while).
Pretty soon the room began to fill up with those coming to the shower, and also a lot of gifts were brought in and placed on and around the designated table. I took a few pictures of the refreshment table. Believe me, there was some really good and delicious stuff put out for us to partake of. There were four kinds of cake: carrot cake, chocolate cake, french vanilla cake, and red velvet cake. Those were each decorated with an inedible, but beautiful, artificial flower (which was removed of course before cutting). I later chose to eat a small piece of the chocolate and the carrot cake, along with ice cream (which you will note in a picture) above.
We must have had at least 40 ladies attending the shower along with a few children who had a wonderful time as well. Among the children were Julia and Andrew's two little girls, Brooke (5 months) and Alyssa, almost two. They are just absolutely adorable, judged so even by those not related to them. Emily's bridesmaids were in attendance, helping her open the gifts, and having a great deal of fun doing it. They helped her keep them in order. Their names are Jessica, Katie, Lauren,Amy, and Amy. You will hear more about them as the days go by, I think.
Amy's mom, Jan, has been taking pictures of Emily for her wedding, and is a wonderful photographer. We are trying to encourage her to turn professional photographer. Her pictures are amazing and well worth paying for. She sat at the same table as Carol and I, along with Marlene, and three of Carol's neighbors, Linda, Sydney, and Mary. What a fun time we had, laughing and joking. and of course, eating!
After Emily had opened her presents, the mothers (Carol and Marlene) each spoke to and of Emily concerning hers and Ben's courtship and upcoming marriage. It was quite beautiful and I regret it was not recorded. It would have been worthwhile for Ben and Emily to have had to replay in years to come.
Following the ending of the shower, we all adjourned, with Daryl, Ben, and Ben's dad, (Todd) joining Emily, Jessica, Katie, Lauren, Carol and me. We then proceeded to Ben's apartment where he and Emily will be living after the wedding. We carried the gifts up to the apartment (well, actually, they carried the gifts up. It was all I could do to climb the three long flights of stairs up to the apartment, thank you very much. We checked out the apartment (it is really a nice place for them to begin their married life) and of course, we oohed and aahed over it because it is ooh and ah worthy.
After we sat around a had a lot of fun talking on various subjects, we decided to hit the local pizza joint (Cici's) and had a really great supper, and following that we went back to our respective homes, and just kind of collapsed, I reckon. It was a full and busy day and a good thing I didn't have to do anything except show up. Ha ha.
That's the way, I like it, Uh-huh, Uh-huh.
Pictures are:
1. Emily making bows for wedding reserved pews, being helped by fiance, Ben, and Marlene, her mother-in-law to be.
2. Matthew eating some ice cream, sitting by his recent bride, Amy, before shower.
3. Table with cakes, candles, and decorations.
4. Honoree with hostesses.
5. Jan, Amy, Marlene
6. Me, Carol, Emily - 3 generations
7. Alyssa with Aunt
8. Yum!
9. A toast! Me and Jan, getting ready to eat our ice cream.
10. Friends: Linda, Mary, Me, Jan
11. Emily between her two mothers
Well, folks, that is about it for today. I have more to do around here today, so I had better get moving. It is getting on into the afternoon. I stopped to have lunch with Carol while ago, and time is a'wastin' you know. This is Blabbin' Grammy about to sign off for today. Today is the 25th birthday of my grandson, Guillermo, who is known to those who are in his family as B.J. Happy birthday to you, my dear! I love you so very much! Wish I could see you and hug you and talk to you in person!
Well, folks, that is it. Much love to each of you, and bye for now. More later.
Hey, Y'all,
Here it is early on Sunday morning and it looks like a busy day coming up for the Bennett clan out here in Texas. First Sunday school and then church services, and out for a quick bite of lunch. Following that is a church wide shower for youngest child, Emily, who is getting married in 13 days, to a really nice young man named Ben. I got to meet his parents yesterday evening at Carol and Daryl's home, where they are staying until Monday. Todd and Marlene are lovely people and it is easy to see why Ben is such a sweetie. We all had supper there and then visited for awhile.
Also at the supper were Matt and Amy, Julia and the two babies, Brooke and Alyssa. Of course, Emily and Ben were there as well. We had a really fun time talking, visiting and playing with nearly two year old Alyssa.
When I arrived there yesterday evening, Marlene, Todd, and Ben were helping Emily make tulle and ribbon bows for the wedding to place on pews in the church sanctuary. What a lot of work goes into a wedding preparation! Emily has done the major portion of the work and I am sure it will be a beautiful occasion! I look forward to it. Fortunately, the only thing I will have to do is to show up for it, thank goodness! There are times that it is really wonderful being of an age that you can escape work. Ha.
Well, there is not a lot to tell right now, because things are kind of moving along at a slow pace for me. I am in the midst of learning Farmville, but I will continue reading, commenting and posting my blog. I so much appreciate all the support I have gotten and am getting from my fellow readers and bloggers. Teresa will begin her chemotherapy on Friday after having a port put in for it on Wednesday. Please continue to lift her and Tom up in prayer through the coming weeks and months. I know it is going to be difficult for them and for those of us who love them.
This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. More later. Much love to each of you, my good friends. Bye for now.
Hey, Y'all,
Yeah, I reckon maybe a lot of people consider Friday to be one of the best days of the week and I wouldn't argue with that one, but...aren't all days supposed to be whatever you make of them? They can begin on a sour note (if one has overslept and needs to be up and about early) or a sweet note..just waking up and hearing the birds singing outside the window, and thank the Lord for another day to see the sunrise. I reckon it all depends on outlook, doesn't it?
Today, I am hoping to tackle unpacking a bunch of photos and pictures to hang on the walls of my new home and make it look like my place instead of a dwelling that I just moved into. You see, I have these clips on wires that the last tenant left hanging on the living room wall to hang pictures on, so that the wall doesn't get holes in it from the way I have hung pictures for years. If I decide, though, that I want to hang them the way I always have, they are my walls, and I can make holes if I want to. So there!
I have lately begun playing facebook's Farmville game. I am new at it, but if there are any of you out there who play it, won't you be my neighbor? I really need neighbors because you can do so much better at it if you have lots of neighbors to send gifts to, to help, and to get help from. My farm looks a little scraggly right now, and I have been playing nearly a week.
It is breakfast time and I have already harvested crops and boy, am I hungry! Ha. I guess I had better quit right now and make my breakfast...after all, it is the most important (and first) meal of the day. I need to keep my girlish figure. A Real ha ha here.
I'll be back to finish this later. Well, I am back now. Had my breakfast, shower and am dressed for the day. The kitchen clean-up can wait til later on.
Carol called and I will be having lunch out with her today. I have picked up a few Farmville friends who will be my neighbors. Yeah! If I am going to play a game, I want to have all the friends to play with that I can. Looking forward to really "getting into the game" you know.
Do you play dominoes? It is such fun to play and a great way to get to know people. I am hoping to maybe get some neighbors here where I live to play some evenings. Well, that is about it for today. Emily is being given a bridal shower at the church this weekend, and I look forward to that. Ben's parents are coming in for the shower and I anticipate meeting them as well. They are staying with Carol and Daryl while they are here. We are eating at Carol's tonight (are you saying something right now about how much we all love to get together to eat and play games? Well, you hit it right on the button! It is true).
Well, I need to stop this right now and get on with the day's stuff. I'll check in on my farm and then get to work in the house. Much love to each of you. This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. More later. Bye for now.
Hey, Y'all,
Well, this is the last part of the tribute to my sweetie, Walter, by our niece, Donna, which she so beautifully gave at his funeral service.
WALTER BAILEY YOUNG - "THE BROTHER":
Never did I give the importance of siblings in your life until after the death of my daddy, when my daughter, Tami, said to me, "Mom, I know you, Pam, Terri, and Bonnie are hurting, but you know who I feel the most sorrow for...his brothers and sisters." I must have had a 'What'? look on my face, because without saying anything else, she said, "Think about it..your siblings are with you all throughout your life." The more I thought about it, the more I knew she was right. I always knew that someday I would have to say goodbye to my mom and dad, but saying goodbye to my sisters just isn't in the plan. It's a given that if it's as simple as agreeing on how to roast a hot dog, Pam, Terri, Bonnie and I would never agree on the way it should be roasted...but I would be devastated if something ever happened to any of them.
Big Bonnie, I know today your heart is breaking, you and Dubby shared a bond that was different from most siblings. It was just the two of you for many years. You both depended on and needed support from each other during the care-taking of your mother and resuming a normal life after she was gone. You shared the same home until Dubby married...but continued to share the need to take care of each other even after he left home. You asked me several years ago to promise that Dubby would be taken care of if something were ever to happen to you. I made that same promise to him the night before he left for Texas, to take care of you. He knew he was preparing for the journey home, and he wanted to be sure his baby sister would be okay. I know there's a void in your heart today...you're the last of your family. I can only imagine the emotion you're feeling today, but you have those memories that will always be stored in your heart...and only you can feel that special bond and love that you and Dubby had for each other. You'll be okay, because you have the satisfaction of knowing he is in a better place.
Walter Bailey Young:
A millionaire? by no means, but by far - richer than anything money could ever buy.
A movie star? don't think so..but you can bet your dollar there will be many stars in his crown.
A politician? no, but definitely an Ambassador for his Lord.
A famous author? not hardly...but his name rates high on the list in the Book of Life.
When I went to pick up my Uncle Dubby to go to the airport fro his trip to Texas, I knew this was the beginning of his preparation for his journey Home. As the male nurse, Rick, helped him get into the car, he looked at my uncle with tears in his eyes and said, "Walter, I wish all my patients were like you." I knew my uncle had impacted his life the same way he impacted ours. The drive to Knoxville was unlike any I had ever taken. I reached over and held the hand of a man I loved dearly and remembered all those times that I would always cherish. As we said our goodbyes, and they pushed him away, I knew in my heart that his time was near.
Uncle Dubby, Tuesday, July 27, 2010 was your day...my nephew, Josh, has rolled out the red carpet...you will be greeted by the saints gone before you, your friends and family waiting your arrival. Uncle Howard (who taught woodworking for many years) has carved you a special chair. Daddy had prepared your favorite fish. Momma had the table filled with coconut pie, chess pie, banana pudding. Your mom and dad with outstretched arms were patiently waiting for the arrival of their son...but most important, Jesus, our Lord was standing at the throne, waiting to embrace you in his arms, saying, "Walter, job well done!"
(Well, folks that is the tribute paid to my Dubby by our niece, Donna, daughter of his sister, Johnnie and her husband, Ross. Thank you so very much, Donna, for those touching words. I appreciate you more than you can ever know for the beautiful thoughts and sentiments you expressed so eloquently.)
I got some things I need to do today, and I reckon I need to get in yonder and get my breakfast fixed and start the day. I hope to get the rest of the unpacking done this week. Carol and Daryl are feeling better after the episode of illness that they experienced. It left them rather weak.
I don't think I will be going out today anywhere, so I am just going to run around here in my gown and housecoat. (Someplace they call housecoats wrappers, hmmm.) This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. Much love to each of you. Bye for now. Love to you all.
Hey, Y'all,
As promised yesterday, here is Part Two of the Tribute to Walter Bailey Young, my long time partner and sweetie.
WALTER BAILEY YOUNG - "THE UNCLE"
If I asked my grand-daughters today to tell me some of their memories of their Uncle Todd...my guess would be..."He took me to Disney World" or "He bought me the latest IPOD", or "He opened me a checking account," ...my memories of my Uncle Dubby aren't even in the same ballpark. Our trips would be walking down to Mossy Creek Hollow to pick blackberries or shoot a gun, or just go for a walk around Carson-Newman campus. He would take me to the football games and I will never forget one game that Jefferson City High played Tennessee School for the Deaf. That was an experience! One time he took me fishing, but because I was blessed with the gift of gab, that was my one and only fishing trip. My sisters and I agree that our favorite time spent with Dubby was when we would go to Virginia Beach to visit Uncle Howard and Aunt Ruth, and our cousins, Robert and Karen. Visualize this: 3 adults...3-4 kids in a 51 Ford...no air conditioning...in July...and a barf bag for my sister Pam. It was left up to my Uncle Dubby to keep us kids from killing each other, and he did a good job of it. He kept us entertained by playing games like counting cows, going on vacation and I'm going to take something that begins with the letter a, b, c, etc.; or I see something that you don't see and it is the color (red, blue, etc.) Notice how he kept the games educational. Needless to say, those trips will remain embedded in our hearts forever.
I loved spending weekends with Uncle Dubby because he would always fix me sandwiches make with that sandwich spread and cherry kool-aid and I would get to stay up late with him to watch the Tonight Show. I would awaken the next morning to the sound of elevator music and the smell of JFG coffee and fried bacon. If it was a Saturday that he had to work, I would sometimes walk to work with him and return back in the afternoon hoping to find him waiting for me with a box of Hershey bars or life savers from the wholesale store. On Sunday mornings, my Uncle Dubby, my Aunt Bonnie and I, along with the pet dog, Bogey, would walk to church.
One of my best memories was when Dubby got a new tape recorder, and we spent the afternoon writing plays and doing the sound effects. I can hear the scrunching of newspaper making the sound of crackling fire, and our knuckles tapping on a book to sound like horses running as if it were yesterday. However, I also remember the one and only time he spanked me. The walkway from the street to the porch at my grandmother's house was composed of those small pea gravels. My cousin, Robert, and I were throwing those pea gravels up over our heads after being told many times not to. For some strange reason, I got spanked and Robert didn't. Today I still wonder if that spanking was my first introduction of male chauvinism or was he trying to get a point across to Robert? But, like the student that got spanked, I deserved it.
I know I speak for Pam, Terri, Bonnie and myself that our Uncle Dubby was the best!! He was our mentor, he was the kindest, most loving man you would ever meet. He always had our best interest at heart; he encouraged us to follow our dreams and to be a leader, not a follower; to get an education; but most of all - to stand strong in our Christian faith. Like Pam told me, "When he said he loved you, he loved you..and you knew he meant it." We have always felt it a privilege and an honor to call him our Uncle.
WALTER BAILEY YOUNG - "THE HUSBAND, THE FATHER"
My Uncle Dubby remained a bachelor for more than half his life. I know very little about his and Ruby's courtship, but I can just about guarantee you those baby blue eyes had something to do with stealing his heart. Dubby and Ruby were married in 1976 and by this time I was already married and started a family. At this stage of my life just the only time I spent with my Uncle Dubby was at family get-togethers and Christmas. He had now taken on the role of not only a husband but a father to Ruby's daughters, Carol and Teresa. I never recall a time that he didn't speak of Carol and Teresa as his daughters, nor did he ever refer to the grandchildren as Ruby's grandchildren, but instead his or theirs. He would always keep you updated of the activities everyone was involved in. There were always those moments of grandparents' bragging rights. He was always proud of your accomplishments, Carol, Teresa..He may not have been your biological father, but that was never an issue with the way he loved you.
Ruby, I don't have to stand before you and tell you that he adored you. You were the love of his life. A few weeks ago when my Uncle Dubby had to go to the hospital while still in Jefferson City. L.D. and I took my Aunt Bonnie to visit with him. Ruby and I went out to get a bite to eat and L.D. and Big Bonnie stayed with Dubby. L.D. told me later that every time Ruby's name was mentioned, Dubby's eyes would light up and a big smile would spread across his face...and when she walked back into the room, his entire body glowed. His whole life revolved around you, Ruby. You introduced him to a world he never knew. My mom would always say, "Dubby has done things and been places that he never wouold have seen or done if not for Ruby. She has made him happy." And Ruby, he carried that love and happiness with him to his death. It's only fair to say you loved him back. We would like to say, "Thank you for all that you did for him...for the adventure you took him on...for the passion you showed him...but most of all for the care you gave him and the patience you showed him until death did you part, we will always be grateful."
(Tomorrow the last part of this Tribute to Uncle Dubby by Niece Donna Word).
If you all think this has been an easy thing to type, think again..It is quite difficult to type when your nose is running, and your heart is breaking again in a feeling of loss. Yet I am quite happy for him and the fact that he is no longer in any kind of pain, but is rejoicing with family and friends that have gone on before him.
I had a pleasant surprise this morning when I was sitting at the kitchen table in my night gown, reading a Betty Neels book. I had finished breakfast, and taken my morning medications (arghh) and drinking the last of my cup of hot tea (which by that time was cold). My phone rang, and it was granddaughter Julia on the line asking if I would like to go with her and the two girls to take some stuff to the church for a Sunday school teachers' training session being held on Saturday. She thought she might need some help with watching the girls while she carried the materials in to the kitchen there. So I said, "sure, I'd love to". I hurried around and got my shower, got dressed and was waiting when she picked me up around 10:30. The two girls are adorable, of course. Brooke is about 5 months old and Alyssa is almost 2 years old. I love being able to spend time with Julia and her and Andrew's children.
We went to the church and I waited in the car until she got the stuff carried up to the door, and then she got out the two children and I accompanied them up to the church and the youth pastor helped carry the stuff into the kitchen and while they talked, I kept the baby occupied and Alyssa kept herself occupied with looking at stuff and naming colors that she saw.
After that we left and stopped by Chick-fil-a and picked up some lunch and brought it back here to my house and ate it. I took them through the house so Julia could see what I have accomplished so far, and then they gave hugs and kisses and left. I really am thankful that Julia called and that we had such a great outing!
Yesterday, I baked a huge pan of fudgy brownies with walnuts, and after they cooled, I cut them and packaged them into three packages of aluminum foil. This afternoon, I took those three packages and three leaflets that we had printed up for Dubby's funeral service and carried them to Bishop Davies Nursing Home where Dubby was housed until he passed away a month ago. I wanted to tell them how much appreciated they are because of the wonderful care they gave to him in his last three weeks of life. They were very appreciative of my gift to them.
I did some more cutting up of boxes early this morning (about 6:30 to 7:30) and then had my breakfast.
Days seem to be going rather smoothly now, and I am getting into a routine. I will soon have most of the house put to rights, maybe another week. Then I will begin sewing again. That is about it for today. I will finish the tribute tomorrow. This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for today. Much love to each of you, my friends. More later. Bye for now.
Hey, Y'all,
Following is a tribute paid to my sweet Dubby by one of his nieces, Donna. If you could see me as I enter this posting, you would see the tears rolling down my cheeks, because it is so very touching. She gave this tribute at his services nearly a month ago. I know it will give you a clearer picture of him as an individual than anything I could have ever written.
Part One:
For those of you from this area, you may be familiar with a local T.V. Logo, "Straight from the Heart". Today, I stand before you to give tribute to my Uncle Dubby...straight from the heart.
Walter Bailey Young was born to Amanda and John Young on October 3, 1926 in Honaker, Virginia. Shortly after the birth of my Uncle Dubby, my grandparents moved their family to Jefferson City, where my grandfather went to work in the local zinc mines. My grandfather died from injuries sustained in a mining accident. My Uncle Dubby was only three. My grandmother was left to rear four small children: my Uncle Howard; my mother, Johnnie; my Uncle Dubby; and my Aunt Bonnie, who was only 3 months old.
With strength from the Lord, and a small settlement from the mines, my grandmother built a 2-bedroom home in Jefferson City. She and her four young children moved into that home where she resided until her death. The house is still standing in most of its original state.
WALTER BAILEY YOUNG - "THE MAN"
...Walter Bailey Young...What a strong, powerful name...a name that one would expect to be that of a CEO or a multi-million dollar businessman, a well-known movie star, strong politician, or a famous author. Nope, not my Uncle Dubby...he grew up very poor. The money that my grandmother received was from welfare, which during the depression didn't go very far, especially when trying to provide for four growing children. Based on stories I've heard, my Uncle Dubby and his siblings never focused on what they didn't have, but instead on what they did have. Values instilled in them by a loving mother...pride, self-esteem, motivation, encouragement, but most of all - love. Not only the love for each other, but a love for their Lord.
I remember my Uncle Dubby working at Hull Wholesale store to help contribute to the finances of caring for the home and my sick grandmother. He and my Aunt Bonnie were the only two living at home during this time and she had also quit her job to take care of my grandmother. My Uncle Dubby walked to work everyday and as a matter of fact, he walked everywhere or called a cab. He was probably in his late 30's or early 40's before he ever owned or drove a car. After the death of my grandmother, he went to Carson-Newman College, where he earned his degree in education. I will never forget the story my mom told about how handsome he looked on graduation day and commented on his new shoes and how shiny they looked. At that time, he proceeded to lift his foot. To her surprise there was cardboard that he had used to cover a hole in the bottom of his shoe.
After graduation, he started teaching at Rush Strong School where he remained until retirement. My past job allowed me to come in contact with people from surrounding counties, and if any of those people were from Strawberry Plains (where he taught), I would always ask if they had or did attend Rush Strong School and if they did,did they know my Uncle Dubby. Eyebrows would rise and they would ask, "Mr. Young was your Uncle?" Then they would proceed to tell me of experiences of having him as a teacher. I always got the impression that they entered his classroom with dreaded fear, but left his classroom with utmost respect for their teacher, "Mr. Young." One day a sales rep told me that my Uncle Dubby was the only teacher that he ever got a spanking from, and with a grin on his face, he said, "I deserved it."
WALTER BAILEY YOUNG - "MAN OF GOD"
As long as I can remember, my Uncle Dubby was in church. He belonged to the First Presbyterian Church in Jefferson City, and every Sunday, rain or shine, he would walk to church and always looked like a Philadelphia lawyer. My Uncle Dubby loved his God, and that love projected to everyone he knew. He always encouraged my sisters and me as to the importance of God's love, and how important it was for us to love God back. A person once made a comment to me in reference to how my Uncle Dubby would always preach religion every time he was around him. I politely told him that he's not preaching, he's just trying to save your soul from Hell. I just hope he chose to listen. My Uncle Dubby always made it a point to ask "Are you going to church?" It was important to him that everyone hear the word of God and accept Jesus as their Savior. During his life, he read the Bible from cover to cover several times, and you would be kidding yourself if you tried to take him on in a religious discussion, because you would not win. He knew his scripture and he would tell you so. When it came to his love for God, he talked the talk and walked the walk. His greatest desire in life was for those he loved to go to heaven.
(Ruby's note: Tomorrow Part 2).
This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. Much love to each of you. More later. Bye for now.
Hey, Y'all,
It takes some getting used to, getting around my new world, but I am making it okay. Last Sunday morning, Daryl took Carol and me to church the "back way" which is to say not by freeway like they usually go because I don't really feel comfortable going that way.
On Thursday evening, Julia brought Alyssa, her and Andrew's 2 year old daughter, over to Carol's to be taken care of by the grandparents, while she went to a Bible study at a friend's house. Well, Alyssa was just getting over a virus that her whole family had had. Lots of smooching went on at Carol's house on Thursday evening (like you would expect with a two year old grandchild) and on Friday evening, Carol and Daryl came to supper at my house. I served pizza made by yours truly, along with green beans, and storebought key lime pie.
We played dominoes and had a great time. Next morning, about 4 a.m. she and Daryl woke up sick as the proverbial dogs, and later that morning she texted me and was asking if I was feeling okay. I said, sure, why? Then she proceeded to tell me she and Daryl were sick and asked me questions about where the green beans came from, and was the can dented, and maybe I shouldn't eat any of the left overs.
I told her I wasn't afraid of eating any of the left overs, and I was sure that it was all okay to eat. (She is a health inspector and can be dubious of any food that anyone prepares). I think she now realizes that it was Alyssa's germs that got her and Daryl and not my cooking. Anyway, I hope they won't be afraid to come back and eat at "mom's house" again. I have never yet made anybody sick in all my born days. Ha. Bless their hearts they don't need to be sick, especially because of Daryl's cancer, he has a low immune system and viruses are bad for both of them.
Anyway. because they were both under the weather today (hmmm, that is a strange saying, isn't it?) I decided to try the drive myself to church and made it okay, and then decided, on my way home, to stop off at the Verizon store to upgrade my cell phone, because the one I had was a used phone given to me by Mark and Allie and I was having trouble with the little ball in it (Blackberry Curve I). Anyway, I had been in that area a couple of weeks ago, and decided to stop in and upgrade.
After spending about an hour in there, I stopped at Mooyah's and had a burger and fries along with a chocolate shake. The guys cooking were not busy, so when they were fixing my burger, I saw one of them making a mustard happy face on the inside of my hamburger bun. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up sign, and he smiled back real big, and gave me a LOT of fries. Isn't it funny how when you smile at someone, they can't help smiling back? I just love it! I have fun wherever I go, you know? It makes for a better day for everyone, I think.
I went on out back on the road and went under the freeway to the other side and went to Target (it is right across the road from my new bank), and did some shopping there. It was four o'clock in the afternoon before I got back home, but I felt like it had been a successful day, and a really fun day. Tomorrow is plenty of time to get back to unpacking and into the week of work. Today is just for relaxing. I really enjoyed getting to church this morning. It started the day off perfectly.
I chatted online with my daughter, Teresa, for a couple of hours after I got home, and that is always enjoyable. I am feeling so much at home here now, that I can sometimes lose track of where I really am. Especially when I am at my computer or reading, I can be anywhere, because I am encapsulated in a small area and in my mind. Does that make sense to you?
Well, it is time to close out for now. This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. Much love to each of you, my friends. More later. Bye for now.
