My Thots

Sometimes I just don't have anything to say and sometimes I think what I have to say is not important enough to send out, but when it really comes down to it, My Thots are not any profound philosophical spewing, nor are they necessarily entertaining.

They are exactly what they sound like, the thoughts that are pouring through me in the moment they are written.

Yesterday my son built the framework for a big twenty foot living fence while I took care of the baby and added my company and the somewhat dubious help of pouring the water into the cement mix as he stirred it up. His job was huge, digging a post hole for a twelve foot four by four and doing all the other manual labor. Mine was sweet, but in some ways still taxing for an out of shape, or at least out of practice grandma. Lainey's job was done perfectly. She smiled and cooed, verbalized and kicked those little legs as she honed all the skills necessary for growing into a strong, vibrant young woman.

These are the things of life. Not particularly dramatic. There is no great John William's score to set the mood, but the tension and the pace are still here.

This morning everyone woke up still a little tired from yesterday, but Mommy went to work, Daddy is staining the deck and Gramma is enjoying her last few days of being with Lainey.