Content

I'm feeling good today.  I got the house work done this morning, with sunlight streaming in through the windows.  I picked a big bouquet of dahlias and zinnias for the kitchen table.  This afternoon I went for a good walk in the sunshine while listening to mellow music.


The clouds are on the horizon, and the rain is predicted to hit about the time the soccer match starts this evening, but we'll be in our rain gear, so let it come.


On Thursday I made a pirate shirt.  On Friday I started the pirate vest and had it ready to demonstrate sewing when the kids were here for early release Friday. 


When I showed Isaac the shirt, he said, "You started with a shirt and just changed it, right?"  


"Oh, no.  I started with a flat piece of fabric, like this," and showed him another piece waiting to be made into a sash.  His eyes got big.  He was impressed.  I was kind of impressed myself.

Then I demonstrated sewing by putting some seams in the vest.  Isaac was amazed, and of course he wanted to try it.  Isaac loves to figure out how things work.  He wanted to see how I change thread. I fixed him up with some scraps and gave him a short lesson, and then let him sew.  He must have spent about a half hour sewing and cutting things.


Earlier, when the kids were having a snack, their dad, Corey, called. He is in town doing more job interviews.  He called to tell me he would be later than expected because they wanted him to to a polygraph test right now.  I shared this with the kids.


"What's a polygraph," they wanted to know.  So I explained that you get hooked up to wires and are asked questions and the machine can tell if you are lying or telling the truth. If you are a police officer you must always be truthful.


Irene's eyes got big. "I don't want a job!" she exclaimed. 


"How will you buy food and pay the rent", I asked.


"Payday", was her answer.  Then when I explained that you couldn't get paid if you didn't work for someone, she said then she would be a teacher.


"Is that because you don't want to take a polygraph?" I asked.


"Yes," she answered quite gravely.  


Well, we all know that Irene likes to embellish the truth.  She doesn't consider it 'lying'. But obviously she knows she'd have trouble with a polygraph.


"I just like to tell my stories my way," she explained.  And she certainly does.


I love their visits!  I am so enjoying have my grandchildren close by.
I am content.