Here it is Monday again.

Outside my window...the sun is having a hard time finding its way up. It has been cloudy and rainy for the last three days, no wonder the sun is a bit disoriented.

What I am hearing...the chatter of Annie and Kaycie as they have their breakfast, Teddy talking to his mom while he gets changed and dressed for the day, and Diesel outside the door crying because he wants to come into the out. 

What I am wearing...long, warm nightgown. I bought it because my knees have a hard time staying warm anymore.

What I am learning...that just as my grandson has gone from infantile immobility to crawling everywhere before my eyes, I too must learn in small increments. Being a grandmother in a household with small children is a world of different from raising your own kids. As a mother my influence on my kids was not as immediate or as total as it is on my grandkids. 

What I am hoping...to be able to get a lot of administrative work off my plate this week. After three failed trips to the DMV I should have enough documentation to change my license over. After that there will be a trip to the bank to set up a couple of accounts then on to the tax place to, hopefully, get my personal taxes and the estate taxes filed. Wish me luck! If you don’t read about me in the news then you know I was successful.

What I am working on...that’s a good question. Although I haven’t really produced anything since early March 2020 and my sewing drive and talent seemed to have dried up I am sitting on an order for a unicorn nightgown and a quiver for a child’s arrows. Thankfully these orders come from family and they are a whole lot more forgiving of my faults and have a bunch of misguided faith in my abilities. We’ll see how that pans out.

What I am thinking...about patience and forbearance. It’s not a joke that praying for patience will not get you more of that virtue but rather more opportunities to learn it. Forbearance is a whole ‘nuther duck. The dictionary definition is: patient self-control; restraint and tolerance. The self-control and restraint are the parts I am working on. There is a difference, a world of difference, between being a mother and raising children, and being a grandmother and merely influencing them for good. That is the kind of forbearance that I am working on. Basically not taking over when I feel compelled to. Stay tuned.

The view outside the dining room window. Jason bobtailed home on Friday due to circumstances beyond his control. This is, however a reassuring sight. I love big machines and then men who operate them. The sight of trucks and tractors give a sense of security knowing their operators keep me safe.

Bet you can’t guess what Teddy had for breakfast yesterday. 

This is a beautiful and rare sight. Kaycie sitting still.