Windows

The view out my mother's window. It really makes me feel peaceful and that is saying a lot considering my childhood. Let's just say it was pretty 'icky'.

My mother is much older now, a changed person. She is no longer married to the rather nasty piece of work that dominated our lives for a very, very long time. She wasn't perfect either but he didn't help. Mom hasn't really found peace in her life even now...I wish she
would just look out her window and breathe..and know that with her I find my peace.

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A day in the life of Gaga, Papa and

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our sugar baby bear too. She LOVES, LOVES going to see the "duck, goose and poop." Yep, poop...don't ask me why she says that. It started when her papa told her to be careful not to step in the duck poop (that is ALL over the place, it is a park/duck/goose pond after all) and now she includes it in her sentence everytime.

She is throughly enchanted with the baby ducks and their mother teaching them how to take a bath.

She tells us she "neeeds a baby duck". I think not. Maybe another time.

Papa's Joy

This is a man in love! He absolutely ADORES his granddaughter and she him!!

Sunday at the River Market downtown.





























What a treasure baby!



She has spied me taking photos from a distance :)









Enough with the photos Gaga and time for an overdue nap.

Real Hope

My granddaughter...the light of my life! She loves to read and be read to. On a recent trip to Barnes & Noble she spotted this book at the entrance and snatched it up. "Need a table!", she demanded. She loves to sit at the tables and read. She didn't want to wait 'just a minute' while Gaga (me) and Papa (her granddad) looked for a minute, she needed a table right then!

So, off we went to get her a table. She held on to this book for the whole visit and really wanted to take it home, no pictures mind you. The book?

Jane Austin's Mansfield Park.

Now that gives me real hope.