Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Gramping Cramping Blogging
My granddaughter and I made oatmeal. We ate strawberries. We did some juggling. Lots of giggling. We even made a video and used the slow motion to see better how to throw and catch the juggling balls. She's working on juggling one ball right now. We Walked, ran, hopped, skipped, sashayed, and piggybacked to the paper store. Where we met J.
I'm not allowed to post images of her (not a bad rule in the age of face recognition and massive data gathering and sharing). If I did, you'd all melt and understand my affliction. So, I have to find other ways to convey how much fun we have together.
It's really wonderful to have someone else who is willing to spend so much time looking at cracks in the sidewalk, feeling the bark on the trees, and examining and touching and smelling the camellias.
I'd note there was one area with a bunch of camellias bushes, but only one bush was blooming.
She also pondered with me the flies that seemed to be taking advantage of the sunshine that broke up the days of Seattle area rains.
We could feel and hear the wind. We couldn't actually see it, but we could see the branches and her curls moving in the wind. And I only consciously considered today the fact that we can feel with more of our body than we can hear or see or taste or smell. And my sunshine first touched the edges of the camellia leaves with her fingers, but then tried it on her forehead, and it worked there too. She's so lost in concentration, and then she giggles.
And we've been watching the daffodil buds for the last few days and I've been predicting they would open soon. And here's the first one we saw. We had to look and touch and smell.
Later, after I wrote a long overdue letter on one of the cards I bought, then put a photo on the cover, we walked down to the post office. $1.20 to Japan. The clerk pulled out a beautiful swallowtail butterfly stamp - $.71. I wondered out loud what you could do with a $.71 stamp and she said they had stamps of all sorts of amounts. She added a $.39 stamp. Then to the market next door because someone wanted some strawberries. Then off to another nearby park where there was lots of time on the slides and swings and other interesting ways to climb and move.
Finally, she climbed back into the stroller, clipped herself into the safety harness, put on her gloves, and we started home. She stayed awake about 3/4 of a mile. Then just as we got almost home her neck muscles relaxed and her head nodded down.
You'd think I could gramp and blog. But blogging requires time to think, time to write, time to reconsider. Gramping requires paying attention to a little human, not to the computer screen. She's pulled my fingers away from the keyboard and closed the laptop a few times and closed my book while I was reading so we could explore together. And I know that before too long, she'll have lots of friends and other things to do, and she won't have time to spend all day with grandpa.