Sunday morning coming down. The dogs have went out, "I" already has been out once, causing havoc with her barking. Now "H" wanted to go and they are now out together. I sincerely hope everyone around here are early risers. So as I ponder a few words to settle down on this page, I will pray my heathens will honor the Sabbath and keep quiet.
I missed my great-granddaughters birthday party yesterday evening. I was somehow under the impression it was this evening. It was not. I am sensitive about my eyes, now if my ears start to go I am going to be in big trouble. I have just the last few days finally have gotten over the birthday syndrome. In other words the "I am so far over the hill there is no road left on this side," syndrome. I can feel the wheels turning in people's heads if I make a mistake. "Oh she is getting old and senile." Can you hear the growl coming from my throat?
This is not old age that affects me. It is called miscommunication. I feel I was miscommunicated too. Don't you hate it when that happens. One statement is said, a different one is heard. At least that seems to be what happened in my case. It was 6:30 yesterday evening, I on the computer, my husband watching Television. My phone rings. It was my daughter. "Hi," I said cheerfully. "Where are you, are you almost here?" "Almost where," I said innocently. "The party," she said. Now in case she is reading this. I am not saying her voice was cool to me. I just was not getting the warm fuzzes. My heart sank. "The party is tomorrow night," I feebly stated. "The party is tonight and there is nobody here."
Have you every heard the saying, "I felt like two cents." I felt more like a Penney. " The good grandmother I am tried vainly to blame it on Lori. She must have told me the wrong day. "I swear she said Sunday evening" It was not on Sunday, it was on Saturday. It was now Saturday and we were not there. I have been a victim of bad communication skills. And I must take the blame the skills that were lacking I am sure were on my part. I have always been told I do not listen well. Maybe there may be some truth in that statement.
Judge Judy on Television always tells people, "We have one mouth and two ears, there is a reason for that. The reason is that we need to put on our listening ears." I really like it when she says that. Maybe I wonder if I am so thrilled when one of them calls me that I am rattling excitedly and do not pay attention to what they say. That I am afraid just might be the key to the missing skills. Actually I prefer that theory to the one about old age. Which I am getting so tired of hearing, no matter what happens, its blamed on old age. I still prefer to think age is a state of mind.
Whatever lays at the fault of why we missed the party, we missed it.. Amber I am sorry. You are cool, cute, enthusiastic and are going to be a heck of a pretty teenager someday.Lori I apologise for even indicating you were the miscommunacator. Now Will I was told you were suppose to call and didn't. So I guess if I need someone to take the blame. Why the heck not you. But because I love you I can't even blame it on you. I will try to listen better. I will try to behave in a more grandmotherly mode. Whatever that is. I am sure you all have given up hope of me being June Cleaver years ago. I truly am sorry.
So I have goofed again. This seems to be a pattern of mine. I truly do try to get to the kids birthdays, I know its important when you are young, Especially if there is nobody showing up. But there is just one question I need to ask. "Does this mean I get no cake?
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