Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Ms. Jo sent me this picture and I have no information about it but isn't it nice?
Reminds me I need to buy grits. I have a tiny dorm-sized refrigerator in my kitchen that I keep beans and grains in because mice and weevils are rampant here but the refrigerator doesn't really work very well and it overflowed in the overflow tray and got some stuff wet, including the grits.
Yes. I have a grits-refrigerator.
Like Hank says, "Doesn't seem strange until you start to tell someone about it, does it?"
He was referring to me telling him how I get Owen to sleep and that comment popped out when I got to the part about how I stroke Owen's back with a feather while I tell him the Mr. Peep story.
There is NOTHING WRONG with lightly rubbing my grandson's back with a feather. Not like I don't have a lot of feathers around here, just hanging out and serving no purpose whatsoever.
Yes. I am an indulgent grandmother. We shall see how that works out in the end. Or, well, I won't. But someone will.
I wonder what John Rosemond, the syndicated child-expert would have to say about that. I actually met John Rosemond once, IN A BAR, Y'ALL and he was awesome nice. I read his column today in our paper and if you're the parents of teenagers, I would recommend that you read it. It is pure-T common sense and some of the best advice I've ever heard. Read it HERE.
Okay. I really don't have much to say today at this point since all I've done since last night was sleep, mostly. I read a short story about a woman killing a man who'd raped her when she was a girl and it was pretty good. One of the finer stories in the New Yorker I've read lately. Stone Mattress by Margaret Atwood. I think I like my fiction like I like my art- something I can recognize rather than something I look at and go, "What the fuck does that mean?" I'm a simple woman and can totally relate to someone bashing someone's head in with an ancient fossil on a cruise to the Arctic although I would never actually go to the Arctic.
I'm going to town later and I guess I'll buy me some grits.
And see my grandson.
It should be a good day.