Father's Day

Today we went up to John and Mary Tyler's house in Phoenixville, PA for a Father's Day cookout. It was really nice, I had never seen their new house before. It was a long car ride for Miz O; first we went to Marc's parents house, and then loaded her car seat in their car and all drove up together from there. She was being a little fussy, but really very good. Ont he way home, she was still being good,but it was literally an hour and a half of non-stop barrage of questions over and over and over again until I wanted to scream. No answer is ever sufficient, but you have to answer something, or it will just be repeated until you drive the car off the road. And then I felt guilty, because she really was being good, just annoying. Charmingly annoying. I had to take a ten minute breather once we got home and go water my garden while Marc made her some dinner, since she wouldn't eat anything at John and Mary Tyler's except 8 calories worth of cucumber. It's pretty exciting to think that she's going to have a cousin in a matter of days! Olive says she wants it to be a girl. I guess we'll find out soon enough!

Great Grandma Rosa, 1921-2010

Olive and I were talking tonight as she went to sleep about Great Grandma Rosa and the angel figurine that she wanted Olive to have that's now on the shelf over her bed. I asked her if she remembered who she was. We had visited her before in the big house with lots of people living there. There were birds in a cage, and there were cats there too. I said Great Grandma Rosa had red hair and she was in a wheelchair sometimes.

Olive: There were cats in her room.
Me: Yes, there were. They live at the nursing home where she lived. Do you remember her?
Olive: Yes, and she died. Why?
Me: Well, because she was very old. She had a very good life though.
Olive: But why did she get old?
Me: Because as time goes by, everything gets old. Eventually everybody dies.
Olive: Why?
Me: I don't know, Olive, it's just what happens.
Olive: Well maybe when Great Grandma Rosa is a lady again, she will be young and everyone at the party will be happy. And the cats will be happy to see her.
Me: I hope so, Olive