Is it June? Is it summer? Feels like it. I love this weather. Last night I saw my granddaughter perform two pieces at her piano recital. One she had composed herself. She was great, and looked adorable in the dress we shopped for together. Boy, did going to the recital bring back memories of my kids and all their performances. Although this time there was no tension, because I am not the mother. I don't feel responsible for any of it. I gave her flowers, and she was obviously pleased with herself. It's a blessing to be able to share this joy. I wish I was closer to my granddaughter up north. So many little things I miss, but hopefully some of them I'll be able to fly up to attend.
I collected a lot of clothes for my trip last night, strewed them out all over the guest room bed, and am attempting to organize what I need to take. I have other things to gather as well, like books and piano music for my granddaughter, and odds and ends. I enjoy this organizing, and I also like the search through my closet. Surprising items always turn up: clothes I'd forgotten I owned, strange underwear that needs dumping, scarves that need wearing. I spent a lot of time looking for my red belt, then found it where I'd already searched before. I must winnow down my number of shoes. Mighty willpower is required for that task. But I'm up to it.
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