I delivered furry Oscar home to his mom and dad after our week together, then spent the night with my nearby granddaughter and her parents.
I baked cookies. I brought soup. I sang to Fiona and carried her round and round in circles while her parents went to get a Christmas tree.
Oh my goodness. I could do this Grandma thing full time.
Well…maybe not. But I can see how it might dominate a great deal of my discretionary hours.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 104: 80 words, TOTAL = 17,268; 42,732 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.