| | BEEN WAITING FOR A SUBJECT TO COME TO ME, and just read Mommer's site, which gave me an idea.
I've deliberately not written for a few days, because it's been a busy but "blue" few days, and I knew it would just be boring to someone else. I played for Stephanie's Mother's funeral today, and got news last Sunday that my cousin passed away in Georgia. They'll be bringing him back here for burial and his funeral will be next Saturday. Need to work up music for that one too, and I think the family will be staying at my house as well. I hope so, I love 'em. Enough of that.........on to the idea Mommers gave me.
She said she'd been mending blue jeans. I'm the one they bring the mending to in our family too. My kids and I don't exchange Christmas gifts, and I just give the grandkids a check at Christmas time. I'm not Bah Humbug, but my joints and muscles won't take the walking to shop, so that's how we do it. I DO have a big potluck in the basement with all the family and anyone else that doesn't have a better place to hang out for Christmas Day. We eat. Some play cards, we eat, some play pool, we eat, the kids roller skate......the basement is 40 X 90 feet......and we eat. There are two sofas down there, and some recliner chairs, so some take naps.
About 3 years ago, we were down at Dale and Julie's on Christmas Eve, where we had the family gift exchange. Remember now, I'm not supposed to be getting any gifts. This one, really pretty box , was handed to me with "Granny" on the tag. They didn't bother to put on the tag, who it was from. I opened it and I was being watched very carefully. When I got to where I could see the contents, I looked over to Dale and said "I think this is a mistake. I don't think this is really meant for me" Dale told me to go ahead and open it and let them know who I thought it should be for. It was a pair of boy's blue jeans. Turns out, Dylan (8) had had a new pair on, crawled over a fence and tore the leg. He gave them to me for Christmas, so I could mend them, and give them back to him. When Jeff's Matt was little, he used to bring his jeans for me to mend too. He wanted them mended, just because he liked to wear them patched.
Enough......Gonna head on down the hall to bed.
Take care, Y'all......Granny
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| | Posted 11/8/2005 3:16 PM - 3 views - 20 comments
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