I was watching him from the shore of the local river. He was in up to his knees, splashing and having a good old time. All of a sudden he fell, as if someone grabbed him from under water, and he was being dragged down the river.

I swam out to him and grabbed him by a strap on his life jacket. Talking to him calmly, I said, “Relax, trust Gramma. I’m going to lay back and let the river take us for little bit. I won’t let go of you, just lay on my belly and we’ll be fine.”  

After a short while, he said, “Gramma, this is like when you take me to the pool at the gym, so I won’t be afraid”  “That’s right, it is. Glad we did it now?”  “Yeah.”

When I could no longer feel the current pulling us, I started to make our way to the shore. “Can you put your arms around Gramma’s neck? Good boy, now hold on while I get us out of here.” It was sure a relief when I could touch bottom. I walked us up to the shore, well away from the water and just sat there of a few moments. This was sure unlike anything I had experienced before. It could have turned out so much worse.

“Gramma, I have to tell you, I was really scared at first, but after a while it was kind of fun just floating down the river.” Giving him a quick hug, I told him I agreed.

“Come on; let’s find our way back to the group.”

I’m not sure how far we went down river, but we ended up on the other side from where we started. I tried calling out, but heard no one.

“Gramma, are we lost?” “Well, I’d like to think as long as we stay near the river, we’ll be ok. Let’s look at this as an adventure. Did you get hurt at all while we were in the water?” “No, I’m OK.”  “Great, you ready for a bit of a walk?” “I think so.” 

Them Eyes

It was difficult to resist his puppy dog eyes, pleading me to take him home with me.

I had only just met him, how could I do such a thing? I have no idea of his personality, likes or dislikes. What do his friends and family say about him?

In the end, I just couldn't resist the eyes. I took Hank home with me that day and he's never left. He was a wonderful addition to our family.

Yeah, right

So much for 10 minutes of writing each day, huh?!
I've started a few stories, not finished any yet. It really is hard to write with there are so many distractions. And being brain tired at the end of the day doesn't help.
I am on the phone all day at work with customers. By the end of the day, I don't want to talk to anyone, listen to anyone or contemplate anything.
I like my job...well, I'd rather NOT have to work at all, but... 


My daughter and grandson still live with me and some days it's kind of depressing not to have my own place. I'm happy to help her with a place to live, but there is always a big mess, dirty kitchen and vacuuming, mopping, scrubbing and loads of other house work that needs to be done and it's frustrating that a lot of the cleaning seems to be left at my feet.
Waaaa...ok I don't want to be whining about this. She's making goals to get work...nice start.

My son recently got a new job that he said he just loves. I'm glad.

Ok...that's it for now. We'll see how soon I get back here.

again...

11:35
Ten mins of writing. This is kinda hard right now because I don’t have a quiet place to do this and Aidne is telling me he wants me. He need interaction. Lilly is cooking breakfast. Well it was supposed to be breakfast, now however it’s lunch. We are hungry, Aiden and I. We’ve been up since before eight am and have been waiting for her to get up and make the eggs Benidict she promised. Yum..

So, I have today off from work. Veterians day. Since I’m not a full time employee, it’s off with no pay. Really hurts the budget. The next couple months there will be a number of nonpaide days off as there is Thanksgiving, Christmas and New years. And it’s not just the one day you get off, it usually 2 days. Normally I woulnd’t mind, but like I said, I don’t get paid for this time off.

Since I don’t celebrat thiese holidays, I’d rather work and get paid. Oh, well.

I got a message from my aunt Sandy today, letting me know that her sister, my aunt Pat has passed away. She was 80. She’s been sick for quite a while. She didn’t know what was going on around her.

Sandy and I agree that it will be nice to see her again in the resurrection. We will be living in peaceful conditions, no bad influence from Satan, so we can live in peace and enjoy the earth in a paradise condition. But more importantly, we will be in company with people who love Jehovah and live to please him.
Aiden is frustrated, and I feel like I always have to keep him busy even when is mother is here. She doesn’t inteact with him much. I get frustrated (so does he) because I have things I want to do. I have a web site where I am trying to sell things that I make, like crocheted afghans. I can’t sell them if I can’t make them. I was up till four am this morning working on the latest. I’d like to get it done before the weekend it over so I can post it. I have’t sold anything yet. I don’t believe I’m asking too much for my work, just need to work harder at getting my site circulated more so people know it ‘s there.

Now Lilly is yelling at Aiden. I hate it when she yells at him. I guess itwojldn’be so bad if it was occationally, but it happens a lot!

My ten mins are done and breakfast, lunch is ready…I think.

My First 10 mins

My first 10 mins of practice writing. I can write anything. I can write about shoe laces in baby blue shoes, size 8 shoe. About the boy who ate grammas couch one piece of fuzz at a time.


I am going to save this so I can see what a difference there is as I continue to do writing practice.

Work today was pretty good, did owner changes all day. Much better than working the front counter or taking customer calls. I heard a few of my coworkers on the phone and the one at the counter and thought that I was glad I didn’t have to deal with that cuwtomer. A lot of customers can be pretty nasty.

My daughter asked if she can borrow one of my shirts. It’s dirty. My grandson’s name is Aiden, he’s 3 and boy can he be a handful. I’m babysitting tonight while his mom is on a date. He’s getting a bath.

Aiden doesn’t like to sleep in his own bed. If he does have to go to sleep in his own bed, he ususlly gets up in the middle of the night and comes to my bed. He is afraid of the dark and crys about it if you puit him to bed with the light off…he has to have the light on. But he sure doesn’t have a problem getting up in the dark room he shares with his mom, find the bedroom door, in the dark and walk to grammas room…in the dark.

While I was reading about this practice writing, I was on the treadmill and thought of stuff I’d write about, but of course I can’t think of what they were not, but this practice writing is just supposed to be writing. It said even if I write over and over again, “this is stupid, this is stupid, this is…” you get the idea. It’s not stupid, I just hope I can still come up with something to say for a whole ten minutes. I’m almost there, four more to go.

I am one of Jehovah’s Witnesses, have been for about 17 years. Got baptized in November 1994. My husband walked out on me and our two kids in December that same year. He’s says it cause I became one of Jehovah’s Witnesses…we were having problems long before then. Can’t have a marriage with one of the spouses isn’t home often. Cheating of course.

No more of that..it makes me angry.

I’m 53, amost said 52. recently had a birthday, still getting used to it. Not so bad being in my 50’s except I am noticing more and more things that don’t work right anymore, like my knees. I’ve bee running on the treadmill and it dosen’t hurt to do that, but they do hurt to sit at a desk all day…they are bent and it think that’s what irritates them.

Well, my ten mins are done.
As I did this exercise, I started out thinking I’d write a bunch of stupid stuff…just words, but as I went I noticed that one thought led to another. It felt pretty good to do this and if I had the time, I may have taken longer than ten mins. I started out slow but as the thoughts came to me, the faster I wrote so I wouldn’t forget them.
1. Beginning writer. Just learning. Have tried a few times to write a story but didn’t get much past the first paragraph.

2. How to bring a story together.

3. How to get thoughts to flow
I am sitting in my jammies early in the morning while things are still quiet. Cup of tea at my side. (I’d like it to be coffee, but coffee isn’t good for me, so green tea it is). I’m at my desk in the living room.

at a large picture window over looking a field or a quiet lake. Or in a loft in some big city over looking a city park. In a loft in Seattle, overlooking the bay, to my left is Pikes market. It’s a cool over cast day.

At my desk in the evening after Aiden has gone to bed.