Sunny Day....

Think of Sesame Street's theme song, and that's the Sunny Day music that's running through my mind. Though the air temp may be cold, the sun is high in the sky -- heck, it is March after all, it should be high -- and the sun is hot so the snow is melting and it feels/looks like spring!

While my darling husband has been freezing his.. uhm... errr... one of his nicer looking body parts off up in the Adirondacks, and from what he's telling me, eating very well (thank the Goddesses for a man who likes to cook), I have not been eating well and therefore have lost a few pounds. This is a good thing. Well the losing weight is good; not eating well is not a good thing.

I really really really (I mean REALLY) hate to cook, so when there's no one for whom to cook, other than myself, I've been known to have popcorn and orange juice for supper. This time, though, I've been into pasta -- any type of pasta -- with a smidgeon of butter and lots of Parmasan cheese. Who can lose weight eating pasta? Apparently I can, but it doesn't take much to fill me up, so the quantity doesn't go against me.

My husband was very glad to learn that I did not abandon the homestead. We're again fine, which is always a warm feeling.

It snowed on and off all day yesterday. The big storm predicted overnight Friday into Saturday never materialized (what do meteorologists learn in school??), but we did have a couple of inches, and then during the day today another couple from the squalls that come roaring down the Mohawk Valley from the Great Lakes. It was rather fairytale-landish being out in the squalls. I imagine being a miniature person in a snowglobe that's been shaken would be the equal to the feeling of being immersed in a heavy snow squall.

I've joined a grandparenting group on Yahoo and am enjoying it very much. It's a chatty group of what seems to be mostly women. Today I've had a lot of time to read each email that's come through and respond. I don't always have a couple of hours to read and write, but I am enjoying what I can do. The one thing we have in common, obviously, is our love for our families and grandkids. Below is a picture of my wonderfully terrible-2 granddaughter taken 2 days ago. She was watching Word World on PBS while I fixed her breakfast. Pretty relaxed kid, hmm? lol


I can't imagine my life without Ember in it. Just thinking about her not being a part of our family brings tears to my eyes.

Life changes - Hmmm.. being a grandmother makes me realize I am really a grownup, but thankfully I still have a streak of whimsy in me that I can share with Ember.