Three is a magic number. And this long weekend exemplified that magic. Three days of fun — Saturday, Sunday, holiday. My daughter, the GAP, a very good friend Janice, and me. Then another delightful threesome — the Bug, the Worm, and the Mouse. Three cooks in the kitchen never played better or made such a mess. Homemade cherry chipotle barbecue sauce (Janice’s contribution) on ribs, corn on the cob blackened on the grill, tree-ripened limeade with lots of sugar, and homemade sweet potatoes fries. And for dessert, home canned peaches on top of vanilla ice cream. Yum, yum, yum.
Flashlight tag over fifty should be outlawed. Dumb move, dumb move, dumb move. Aches and pains came in threes — location, location, location — in my back all over, legs all over, and those two pillows I keep attached to my upper thighs for padding.
The dishwasher wouldn’t drain, the waffle iron wouldn’t heat in the morning, and because it was Labor Day, the repairman wouldn’t come. Not working on Labor Day — kind of punny. That took care of the bad luck trio.
We found ourselves in the movies. The choices (remember the age diversity) — Nanny McPfee (too scary), Going the Distance, the romantic comedy (a fantasy), and Despicable Me. That’s the one we chose. How could I possibly know cartoon characters would make me cry. It’s only Monday. Weepy Wednesday came early.
Then the three C’s that women do best — chat, chat, chat. A dash of commiserate thrown in just for taste.
Even the Worm felt the magic — “Grandma, I want to live with you.”
“Me, too,” I answered and smiled warmly.
“But, Grandma,” she answered thoughtfully, “you already do live here.”
The GAP overheard her. “But Mommy will be so lonely without you. Won’t you miss me?”
“I’ll come and visit you on Fridays.”
What a wonderful weekend. Incidentally, the Worm went home and lived happily ever after. Whew, close call. Been there, done that, got the T-shirt.
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What a wonderful story! Amara has been promising to build an attic for Grandpa and I to move into. Thank goodness she can’t actually do it or she probably would! Being a Grandma is so much fun!
You didn’t let Phil cook?
Sounds like a good time by all. I cherish my sleepovers with Katelyn. Sleepovers are a good time at any age. Thank you for sharing.
3 is a magic number! I feel so fortunate to have you as a friend. You’re both wise and wonderful.
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