I had a nice time with my foster granddaughter yesterday. We "snacked" then I was the audience for her piano and singing practice, and then we watched "Fly Away Home" and then designed costumes for a play she and some other girls are putting on. Then her mom and toddler sister showed up, and her sister at 16 months is talking up a storm, drawing like a manic and full of the "no"s. She's adorable. Both girls, having been redheads all along, are now turning blond. Only mommy remains a fiery redhead. I'm partial to the color because my brother is a redhead. Blond or no, they all have the temperment. I adore them.
Last night my granddaughter two states away called, and she talked a long time about the weather, our drought, how she could invent an airplane that would go up in the sky and get the rain from over her house, then fly here to dump it on us. I pronounced it a capital idea, but said in the meantime she could put a bucket out, and next time I drove up there I'd bring the bucket home with me. She was pleased with her Halloween costume, and fascinated by my broken bone in my foot. It was so sweet to talk to her.
I'm reading the new John Grisham novel, and it's a follow up on "A Time to Kill". He has a great way with legal complexities and the small town south. He knows how to charm.
Today I'm having lunch with a friend and meeting at the metaphysical bookstore, which is as dusty and musty and funky as it sounds, but pretty adorable. We both try to buy books there to keep it in business.
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