NIBBLE, NIBBLE . . .

Lovely days with GRANDS this week---they’ve been here whilst their Mom and Dad see to the new house.  We’ve cooked and played games and cards, we’ve played CLAY and painted and made a magnificent pink paper-chain for the kitchen pass-through, along with a set of exquisite hand-cut snowflakes to dangle therefrom.   The kitchen has stayed busy, as we practically took out stock in the Mssrs. Dannon and Co., as well as every fruit, granola, and peanut-butter enterprise going.

What a nice visit!  We’ve gone to Sweetpea’s piano recital (shortest on living record--chorus only, varying in pace from minuet to gavotte in a mere sixteen bars, and another tiny piece, just learned that morning, in which she managed to find and put on Ganner's hat between bow and resumption of playing, finishing triumphantly with the brim way down over her eyes---the Musketeer flourish at the end was well worth the half-hour drive in the cold).  We went to Steak and Shake for dinner, and all over the place to see Christmas lights displays.   

But the quiet times when we’ve just sat and talked will be an always-memory for me.   A nice game of Go Fish can be as enlightening and rewarding as any College, Conference or Symposium, and for getting to know what your Grandchildren are interested in---can hardly be beat.  Those long stretches between visits leave a whole world of experiences and growing that we’ve lived second-hand, and so this up-close few days have been a wonderful gift.

They’re all upstairs, gathering up their luggage, toys, books, stuffed animals, fresh laundry and load of Christmas goodies, and I’d told them I’d show my blog friends their yesterday’s handiwork.  If Santa missed our house completely this year, if there were not a single ribbon-swirled box in the house---I’ve HAD my Present.