Text message from Nellie, Mike, and Fiona: “Where are you and Dad going to be this weekend?” “Home. Dad’s working. Why do you ask?” “We’re thinking of maybe driving up for a visit.” Keep cool, don’t scare them off with over-exuberance “Oh that would be great. Just let us know.” … a few hours later “We’re coming!” “YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!” 11:30am, Fiona, long overdue for naptime, finally fell asleep against my shoulder, my favorite Grandma position. Now she’s napping while Mom and Dad go find a swimming hole. I like this job. My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 347: 94 words, TOTAL = 57,114; 2,886 remaining |
AuthorRobin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families. Archives
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