Who knew?

Who would have thought that an innocent sentence I wrote last night could garner such interest?  Quite a few people want to know how I answered the query about my husband.  Sorry folks, but I answered politely without any spirit of malice.  I often receive similar questions.  It has never been my intent in life to be rude or make people uncomfortable.  If nothing else, I am polite.  It was an innocent question as the tire guy struggled to get the lug nut covers off.  I don’t dislike men, but in my present circumstances it is a matter of traveling alone or not traveling at all.  I do not like when men treat me like a bimbo, or use a condescending tone with me.  I don’t know everything, and readily admit those things mechanical that are beyond my realm.  Life is too short to go looking for stress, in my opinion.  I really am an ordinary person trying to enjoy her journey through life.  Enough said about that!

 

As I was finishing up reading blogs this morning, I got a call from my daughter, Robyn, asking if she and the ‘girls’ could come for a visit.  Hmmm… spend a good portion of the day with the grands or call the insurance company.  A no brainer, for sure!  I said come on over.

 

When I’m visiting my grandsons in Minnesota, they assume I’ll have marshmallows to roast.  With the girls, they immediately ask for bubbles.  I always have bubbles available, marshmallows not so much.    I’ve always loved bubbles, so they’ve traveled with me for many years.  I don’t even need grandkids to enjoy them.  A simple pleasure, I guess.  (notice I didn’t add for simple minds)

Their mom kept them busy a good share of the time they were here chasing after those elusive bubbles before they burst.  That’s Phoebe on the left, Robyn in the middle, and Avery anxious to burst out of her chair for the chase.  I much prefer casual shots of people as opposed to those that are staged.  I think I got a couple of good ones today.

Sharing… after giving Emma a stick to chew, Avery decided that maybe she really needed that stick.  I was so proud to see Emma calm down enough to allow Avery to be her friend.  She readily let her take the stick away.  Three year olds can only be generous to a point.

And what about this future ballerina doing her stretches on the RV steps?  Why is it that all little kids just love RV steps?  They must hold some real fascination for them.  I’ll try to call the insurance company tomorrow.  I was too busy enjoying life today.

 

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy