Adventures with Geannii

  As I wrote that last blog, it reminded me of a time years ago when Z was young.   I love my grandsons equally. M and I have a bond that I pray is never broken. They lived not far away the first three years of his life.    Z bonded with Van right off. They have the same sense of humor.    Visiting them one week, I wasn't feeling well.  A hot bath sounded like it might help my poor old aching joints and muscles.     My daughter was in the basement exercising, or watching TV or maybe on that fascinating Virtual Headset that I am not to view unless supervised.  The tub is on the third floor.      In the bath, I might feel faint or pass out, Brandy would never hear me. I needed someone that could go get Brandy should that happen.     Laying on the floor , Z watched cartoons on an old phone. Lightbulb moment. (I should really watch out for these... they never end well.)     "Z, Mema isn'...

     I took a slight detour on my way home from Tybee Island to see my grandsons.  I really miss them.       Rob, my son-in-law is very entertaining, I’ve heard him described as a white Chris Rock, I can see it.  For instance, one morning, the youngest Grandson crawled up on dad’s lap. (Z was 9 at the time.) Suddenly we had a ventriloquist.  Rob put his hand on the back of Z’s neck and told him to just open and shut his mouth while Dad did the talking.      Entertainment with our coffee.      Bedtime, I am in the basement. (Yes they keep Mema in the basement and toss her crumbs. Rob’s comment at one point.)     The family lives in the basement. Big screen TV, gaming computers, Karaoke machine.( I was told DO NOT to touch the Karaoke machine without them present. They wanted to laugh.)  Really do not touch the Occulus RIFT ( a Virtual Reality headset) I might have a heart attack. (This from Z.)...

  Christmas dinner at the church, I did not want to go. I don't do well in crowds. I have been relegated to the widows table   No longer half of a couple, the laughing, soft touch on the shoulder reminding them they aren't alone. They sit together sharing a secret look, a forever bond. A magnet that draws them back together when they are feeling a bit out of place. no matter where they go, or what is going on, they have one another.     Sitting at the widows table. I tried to find the mask I wear all the time hiding my pain and sorrow. I don't want to make others feel bad. It is hard enough that I feel like my world has ended.     My friend, Sherri leaned over and said, you're widows basket is in your car. I know how hard this is for you. so you can leave any time.     Widow's basket.... why would I get a widow's basket?     She didn't have to say a word. I should know I am a widow. I don't feel like a widow    ...

  I was on my way home from my friend's house two hours away. Van always drove us, now I use my GPS.    I called my sister to visit while driving home, as I talked to her, I mentioned, I don't remember Road construction on the way down here.     My GPS was strangely silent, not saying a word, like she was gagged or something. I poked the button... Apparently someone forgot to put in an address... no wonder she wasn't yelling at me!    Valerie: "Sounds like you're lost."   Me: "Nope I'm still on the road heading north, I'm not lost, know right where I am... IN ROAD CONSTRUCTION."    Dustin: Sounds like you might be lost.    Me: Nope, I know where I'm going! I can't be lost! I might end up in Kansas..."    Dustin, (her son):"you want us to put out an APB on ya?"   Valerie: "Why would you put out an All Peanut Butter tracker on her?"   Me thinking, you really are special.    Me: No worries I forg...