Monday, new week, new day. Oh the possibilities that just might lay ahead this week. May be this week I might win the Power Ball, don't laugh, you never know.
Yesterday afternoon I went to the bowling alley with Steve while he bowled. I don't do that much because I am a real pain for my daughter. I like to play Keno and that entails some work on her part. But she always smiles as if its no chore at all. She is being busy waiting on people and I am hollering Billie because I want new num,bers. I am sure she would like to bounce me off the stool. But lucky for me she doesn't. I also saw Brandi and Will and Christina and before all was said and done I saw Brandi's boys. So all in all it was a good day for me.
I love my grandkids. It is unreal that they are all grown. But I see them the way I do Billie and Jeremy, forever little and young in my heart. In January of 1975 Billie had Vernon, she was fifteen. In August of that same year I had Jeremy. So there we were two boys, Uncle and nephew, with the Uncle six months younger than the nephew. January of 1976 almost one year later, Billie had Mike. So together we had three little boys. Then in 1978 Billie had Will, another little boy for the gang. Then in 1981 Billie had Brandi, finally a girl amidst all the boys.
Three little boys, each born about six months apart. They were all three different in their own way. Vernon the tall tale weaver, and he also had a love of matches. But at my first sight of Vernon I fell in love. Jer forever the bouncy one, always on the move, eyes sparkling, potato masher triwling, he was the one with the most engery. Then came Mike. When I first saw the picture of Malachi at the top of this page I thought of Mike. By the time he was a year old he would sit in his high chair, eating, his eyes half closed and groaning in pleasure. I thought he would be the biggest of all the boys. He is not, he is the smallest. Then last of the boys was Will, the quietest when he was small. He was afraid of loud nosies. Everyone tried to be careful not to make loud sounds around Will. He was afraid of balloons. He was the cautious one. Ever fearful, ever doubtful As if there might be someone out there after him.
Then came the girl, Brandi. I was so happy, at long last a girl. She was my heart from day one. I have many special memories of Brandi growing up. I use to tell her I was her only real grandmother that her wonderful grandmother that lived across town was not a real grandma like me. I am very ashamed, The one special memory I have is when she came to stay all night. I had a friend there, He was older cowboy,always wore jeans and listened to the country videos. She had rolled his hair,put nail polish on his fingernails, He just smiled, Pretty soon she came up to him, music playing in the background, her red curls bobbing, She bowed at the waist, "Gary Olds," she asked in a solemn voice. "Will you have this dance with me. The most awesome sight came to life before my eyes. He stood, They danced through the living room, into the dining room. A little girl, a cowboy. The picture embedded forever.
I wanted to start this week out right on my Blog. with Words that would come to life before your eyes, A blog that would make some sense. Istead I have told you of you of my heart. Jer and my grandkids. The glue that keeps me hanging on. So I will not apologise. The words are written, the publish button is close at hand.It is over for the day. Just remember my words, there is always a tomorrow. So until then my real or imaginable fiends. I am out of here.
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