Monthly Archives: August 2017

What to write about when you have nothing to write about…

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I have some free time between now that I am listening to my favorite playlist and going to exercise class at 11:30 am.  Then I thought, after preparing my salad for when I come back home, very hungry, at least I will have something waiting for me to launch at.

Romaine lettuce, spinach, one apple, some green pepper and mango.  When I am ready to eat, I will add EVOO, salt and some nuts.  It’s a humongous salad!  It will keep me chewing until my jaw gets kind of tired.

I am making progress…93 words up to now.  I just ponder, what do people from Russia, and other countries I didn’t even know existed read on my words.  How do they interpret some of my ever so nothing words.  I just don’t know, but my fingers are pressing on the keyboard, meaning, I am typing, and some people will be reading.  Amazing!

Don’t you ever misunderstand me.  I love it that all of you read my stuff.  A lot of effort and pondering goes into it.  This one is extra special, because I had nothing to write about to start with.  190 words.

I know I owe you a picture of my nietecita (baby grand-daughter) and me, but when I visited recently I forgot to take a nice dress proper for the occasion.  Next time I will be super ready!

She is so smart, only five weeks old and when I am holding her, she wants to impulse herself like wanting to walk.  I could tell you gazillion stories, but I am stopping while you are reading with a nice smile on your face.  She is just so precious and so beautiful.

Well, not that bad for having nothing to say.  Must get ready to go and move the skeleton.  Must.

The above picture was last week when I was getting ready to visit my nietecita and her family.  I am taking the train again next weekend.  One of the ladies on the train staff gave me a hug and said “welcome back, good to see you.”  Yep, my mileage account is doing pretty good.

O sole mio….beautiful song by Il Volo….so romantic!  Listening to that one right now.

Abrazos, Hugs,

 

There’s a new queen in my castle…it’s not me anymore…

It happened!  My priorities, and my whole universe have been shaken to the ground.  I am a grandmother!  Abuelita in Spanish.  That’s how Juliette Isabelle will be calling me.

I am so in love with my nietecita (grand-baby).  When I have a recent photo of the two of us, I will share.  The first thing I do now is take out my cell phone and put it in front of people’s faces and show them her picture.  She is in every screen saver there is in my tech world.

The  questions are:  should I let some, or more, gray hair show, should I behave a bit better, stop wearing stilettos, etc., etc.  The answers are, no, no and no.  I want her to know that age is just a number that is processed by the haters out there.  My age is determined, on most days, by my private world of thinking that the universe rotates around me.  Isn’t that the way it is?

Now, when I go into any store, I automatically go into the Baby’s Department and go “awwww, awww, and more awwww.”  Then I remember that her little closet is already looking fuller than mine.  Nevertheless, she does need to wear certain cutest ever little dresses, and matching socks.  She is a specialist at misplacing socks.  She is so much fun to watch.  Oh boy, don’t I sound like a “certified totally nuts about her grand-daughter’s grandmother?”  Yes, I am.

Now, I have to keep maintaining my good looks because being a hot-hip-grandmother is not an easy job.  It is not that easy when the clock is ticking and your body is listening.

Totally grateful to be an abuelita.

Hugs, Abrazos,