Well...if there’s anything that’s constant in this life, it’s change.
I was supposed to have started a new job this past Monday. It didn’t happen. I was promised things that, when it came time to sign on the dotted line, weren’t delivered. I politely declined, and came home to the Times. I’m a lot of things, but stupid ain’t one of them.
My brother and his family spent last weekend with my parents up in North Georgia. When my 4-year-old niece Amanda visits her grandparents, she usually wants Memo (my mom) to do everything. She’s my mom’s shadow, and wants Memo to help her with everything from tying her shoes to taking a bath.
She’s also reached the age where she enjoys helping Memo do things. She helps water flowers and dust and whatever else Memo can think of.
Amanda even helped her Pa-Pa, my dad, pick tomatoes last week.
One night, following her bath which, of course, Memo had given her, she asked my mom for help with brushing her teeth. My mom wasn’t able to do so, and suggested Amanda get her Pa-Pa to help. Pa-Pa agreed.
I’d have paid big money to see that.
When the teeth brushing was over, Amanda said, “Well... THAT was interesting!”
That’s what I have to say about the past week. I was promised stuff that wasn’t delivered, and I was able to come home. Like Dorothy, I found there’s no place like it.
I only have to add, “Well...THAT was interesting!”