A Good Day

It's Ann's birthday, too. She's not a baby, but she's my baby, my youngest. Born on her grandpa Brimley's birthday. She did see him a few months after her birth, but, of course, she wouldn't remember that.

My mother died a month or so before Ann was born. I always said she saw my mother before she came down, and at that meeting my mother told Ann, "You go down and be a peace maker in that family." Not that we were at war. But any family has its times of conflict and needs peace. I also always thought that Ann did bring a spirit of peace and love to us.

No longer a baby, no longer a child, four children of her own, doing very well at that hard, hard job of being a mother. And it is hard--unless you have a nanny, I guess.

I hope she has a good day, a happy day. And, as much as she loves those kids, a few minutes away from them today would be a good thing for everyone. But I'm not in charge.

Happy, happy birthday Ann.

It's just the widow again

Don't you wonder if Wayne has seen his little great granddaughter? I do.

Well, I wonder a lot of things, like where he is and what he is doing. I can't think that he and my parents are just sitting down somewhere.

My brother Sterling says he believes our parents have been resurrected. I simply do not know. Of course, we all want to know, but we don't want to have to die to find out. We all wish one of them would come back and tell us.

I always say, death is the hardest thing, the hardest part of life. Don't be telling me I shouldn't say that. It is just hard.

I have a new friend who is a recent widow, not quite a year. She is grieving. But anyone whose loved one has died is grieving, 11 months or 11 years.

Here I say again, I am not unhappy; I am happy. But I am also sad.

News

I have entered the realm of greatness, ggma. That's me.

Emmy Rae Gilmore, born at noon in Memphis, Tennessee, October 16, 2014, 7lbs 5oz.

I have seen pictures. Beautiful baby. Really. Beautiful mom and dad, Cory and Sean.

Happy.

In the Soup

For two days I have been cooking, making butternut squash soup. Yesterday's was a little too spicy, so I made today's without any heat (jalapeno heat). When I serve the soup, like at our next family dinner, I'll mix the two. They will be just right.

I have 10 pints of it in my freezer. It's really good soup.

Not a soup I ever made when my kids were in our home or when Wayne was living, so I don't know if they will like it or if he would have. He liked pumpkin pie. There is a connection, you know.

It's a lot of work to make. The worst part being peeling and cutting into small cubes a large butternut squash. The peeling doesn't seem to want to come off, or/and I need a better peeler.

Today I remembered Costco, and I went there, bought a package of already peeled and cut butternut squash. Oh joy!

Anyway, it's done for this Fall.

Addendum: So Saturday I still had one more big butternut squash. Now I'm finished. Now I have 15 pints. Good for me.