Why is it that Friday is the best day of the week? A good day to look forward to the weekend with, a good night to stay up late, Friday is a good day indeed. Work was hectic as usual, stayed later than expected, but there was a pleasant twist to the evening. Normally my dear wife gets to pick up Aris our oldest grandchild, when she is coming over to spend the night. However, this evening Rebecca was feeling nauseous and quite tired and phoned me and asked if I could pick up Aris from Doug's house, a friend of Aris' mother, our daughter Brooke. Upon arriving at Doug's, I found the two of them sitting with Doug playing acoustic guitar and Aris, my 7 year old granddaughter singing a song that she was adlibbing the lyrics to. Doug then played back the recording that he had made of the tune and I was blown away.......it was stunningly wonderful. The lyrics were deep yet appropriate, the tempo superb, and the vocals....angelic! My granddaughter the song writer! It was honestly very good. After picking her up we had a rare opportunity to spend time just Popi and granddaughter. We ate at Ruby Tuesdays, she had her normal Mac and Cheese, we talked, laughed, exchanged tidbits of trivia, visited and had a wonderful meal together. We had a great time. When we got home Noni (Rebecca) had gotten some rest, was feeling much better to ever ones delight and she and Aris settled into the master bedroom to play on the computer and spend "girl time" together until I got to tired and wanted to hit the hay and broke up the party. What I discovered was that Aris had sacked out, so Noni asked me to carry her to her bed and tuck her in. When I picked her up, she said the funniest thing, " Popi.....what are you doing?" I told her I was carrying her to bed and she didn't say another word. Found out later the next day that she didn't even remember being carried to bed. I got to sack out with the 3 dogs and we all settled down for some snooze time. I guess I have truly "gone to the dogs! Good night all.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Jan. 8, 2010
Why is it that Friday is the best day of the week? A good day to look forward to the weekend with, a good night to stay up late, Friday is a good day indeed. Work was hectic as usual, stayed later than expected, but there was a pleasant twist to the evening. Normally my dear wife gets to pick up Aris our oldest grandchild, when she is coming over to spend the night. However, this evening Rebecca was feeling nauseous and quite tired and phoned me and asked if I could pick up Aris from Doug's house, a friend of Aris' mother, our daughter Brooke. Upon arriving at Doug's, I found the two of them sitting with Doug playing acoustic guitar and Aris, my 7 year old granddaughter singing a song that she was adlibbing the lyrics to. Doug then played back the recording that he had made of the tune and I was blown away.......it was stunningly wonderful. The lyrics were deep yet appropriate, the tempo superb, and the vocals....angelic! My granddaughter the song writer! It was honestly very good. After picking her up we had a rare opportunity to spend time just Popi and granddaughter. We ate at Ruby Tuesdays, she had her normal Mac and Cheese, we talked, laughed, exchanged tidbits of trivia, visited and had a wonderful meal together. We had a great time. When we got home Noni (Rebecca) had gotten some rest, was feeling much better to ever ones delight and she and Aris settled into the master bedroom to play on the computer and spend "girl time" together until I got to tired and wanted to hit the hay and broke up the party. What I discovered was that Aris had sacked out, so Noni asked me to carry her to her bed and tuck her in. When I picked her up, she said the funniest thing, " Popi.....what are you doing?" I told her I was carrying her to bed and she didn't say another word. Found out later the next day that she didn't even remember being carried to bed. I got to sack out with the 3 dogs and we all settled down for some snooze time. I guess I have truly "gone to the dogs! Good night all.
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