Joy in a Blur

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Ashlyn.
Dancing laughing singing jumping.
Our Joy in a blur.
Her wings became visible, our hummybird in pink stripes.

Day is Done

A few years ago the Old Guy took granddaughter Alexis to meet her first ever real live horse. They were a bit small, but oh she loved them all.  Like almost all little girls, Alexis loves horses. Big ones, little ones, white ones, spotted ones, and ones with horns in the middle of their foreheads. She would have one of each if it were possible. Who knows, maybe someday she will.
I missed Flashback Friday yesterday...so this is Flashback Friday late on Saturday.
Ok?
I love this photo. He took it as they were putting the horses up and getting ready to leave.

Time Travel

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Time Travel is possible.
This past Sunday most of my clan got together at our house for a "grill day".... our granddaughter Jess and her son Jackson, are here from Virginia for a visit. He is 3 now. 
Three greatgrandkids, five grandkids and 3 kids, and the spouse's of 4, were here that day.
It seems strange to look out in the yard and see three generations together.
Time travel is possible.
The proof was in my backyard, and i watched it play out. I heard the sound of it, screams, giggles, whoops of laughter.
I watched the fun of it, water fights, races, chases, crochet.
I saw the softness, gentleness of it, hugs, kisses and soft words of thankfulness.
I saw the wonder of it.

Dreaming

I am a person of the sea. I lived by the sea for many years. I heard it, smelled it and watched the dance of the waves. I miss it. Sometimes the sea comes to me in my dreams.
One night i dreamed i was on the beach, it was warm and sunny, the waves were making soft music, singing me sleepy. I found a large shell to curl up in and fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of gulls, which in reality was the alarm clock.
I of course had no photo of me cutely curled up asleep, so i used this one of my granddaughter, Alexis. I love playing with my photos, this is what came out of my dream.

I call it "The Guardian's" .

Itchy!

Way back when... a long time ago... i was a wee girl. Yep.
We would spend a lot of days at the beach, or up the river, playing in the water. My mom had gone to J.C Penny's and bought me a new swimsuit. It was soft and colorful, and the bottom was shaped like a purse. When i would get in the water that purse shaped bottom would fill up with water and i would look like a balloon with legs. I hated that swimsuit.  I am convinced my mom bought it to keep me out of the water. She knew i would hate being water-logged and so wouldn't go in the water. She was a worry wart and was sure that if i stood in water over my ankles i would drown.
Well, i whined and cried and threw a fit or two until she went and bought me another swimsuit. I don't know how long it took her to find it, or how many places she had to go to before she did, but i'm sure she had a plan. To find the ugliest, most un-comfortable suit she could. Payback.
She brought home this Pepto-bismo pink creation that was made totally of WOOL. Wool. Itchy pink wool. It even had a black ships wheel embroidered on it! Wool wool wool.
I spent so much time scratching that i never could get in the water.

I hated that swimsuit.

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When in doubt , answere the door.

Yesterday i was wondering if there was a real reason i should get dressed, instead of hanging around in my pj's. The Old Guy was off to his first day of work since forever, there was no one who cared how i looked, so why bother?
Then came a knock at the door. A little tiny " tap tap tap". 
Our front door is one of those fancy glass ones, so anyone standing on the outside can see movement, so there was no hiding, acting like i wasn't home...
i opened the door.
There she was. Held in her mama's arms, my great-granddaughter, Cambria. She looked at me and giggled.
She's not yet 2, so her words are still hard to get, but the look was enough... "Nana looks funny!" and giggle again.
Now i had to make a choice. Get dressed because they had come to visit, or not get dressed because my morning look brought such a wonderful smile to my sweet little love's face.
I stayed in my pj's for a few minutes, until she got busy with toys, then i got dressed.
Compromise. It works.