GROWING OLD WITH GRACIE

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Sunday, January 15, 2017

My Great Adventure AKA How I Got My People by Gracie Phillip

 FICTION OR NON-FICTION?  YOU DECIDE.

It was a dark and rainy night.  I had just gone outside to go potty when suddenly this big black giant monster dog jumped from the bushes and started coming towards me....


  I was scared! I started running but I fell down a waterfall...


Two people came and rescued me and gave me fries.  


And now.  I'm stuck with them.  The end.





Saturday, January 14, 2017

It's About Life

Let's see.  What to write about.

It's raining.  It's January.  The days are getting longer.  And next month we will be able to say that the following month spring will arrive!

Gary and I are on season 6 of Mad Men.  It has turned out to be a very engrossing series...  The show takes place back in the early 60's and it's enchanting to go back in time and watch the drama unfold in the lives of these imaginary advertising agency people.

The men are all pigs and the women submissive, but slowly they are gaining their place in the world.  They all chain smoke and even chain drink.  The men cheat on their wives and think nothing of it while the women mind the children and keep the homes in tip top shape.  Kids crawl from the back to the front seat of a moving car without a care.  Women have a hissy-fit over the dry-cleaned dress that could have been left on the floor to get dirty but ignore the child that stands in front of her with the dry-clean bag over her head.  It is absurd!  But in reality, it was the way we lived back then.  We didn't think of the dangers associated with life led throwing caution to the wind.

Now you might ask, why would I be interested in such a corrupt, low-life bunch of invented individuals who put new meaning to the word sin?

Well.  Tucked deep within the story-lines of corruption and decay are lives of gentleness and love.  Ones who have good hearts and good works.  Kind of like how life is.  There are good people and there are bad ones and our works are a reflection of our hearts.  It's all a stage and we are the actors playing our parts.  Only it's the real thing.

I hate to see this series end, but when it does we will move on to another.  And then spring will be here and we will give the remote control a rest.



Gracie, how's it going with you?

So glad  you asked, mommie dearest.  You know that sound?  The music?  The depressing, deflating, awful music that fills the room when you and dad recline in your chairs with your bags full of cookies and the far-away look on your faces?  The sound has got to go!  It is haunting and stupid and ridiculous and could you pass me a cookie please...  n' then I'm headed for bed.   *Yawn*  Gracie.






Sunday, January 8, 2017

L.O.V.E.

Today I packaged up the magic and put it away.  Gone is Christmas for 2017.  

But first, it was a weekend of fun for the grand-angels.  Every single one of them.


It's the first time we had all five of them together at once.


Much fun was had with the train and the Christmas village.



Then a little virtual reality play...


The kids put new meaning to paraffin wax treatments, dipping their hands in the warm wax under the supervision of daughter Lindsey.


The tablecloth took a beating, or should I say a waxing...  but I was getting tired of that old thing anyway.  Next year if this world is still in place and Christmas comes again...  I will replace it with another.




With much smoother hands, it was time to get back to the business of ice skaters gliding on the fiberoptic pond, kids sled riding and building snowmen,  lighted carnivals with musical carousels and wrecked trains.


There's magic in that Christmas village.  I know, because I see it on the faces of those who gaze longingly into the life that lives beyond those tracks.






I hope the magic that is now stored away in plastic containers for the season is stored away in the hearts of these precious little people and that long after we are gone, they will remember the love that Pop-Pop and Grammy put into making Christmas special for them.


Saying goodbye to our NJ grand-angel was hard.  But sweet time was spent with him, and we are thankful for their visit and the opportunity to spend quality time with him and his mommy and daddy.


Gracie, your turn.

Finally!  Peace and quiet!  But hey...  I liked 'em.  Especially the kid.  He kept smiling at me and asking to pet me and saying I was white.  I liked that he noticed.   I felt special.   Gracie.


Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Show and Tell

I am grateful to have the holidays behind me without incident.  For the past three years holidays have coincided with family loss.  Close family loss.  I'll be honest.  My faith had dimmed and I was trying not to care too much or get too comfortable with life while going through the 'happy' holiday motions.  

I baked.  I wrapped.  I decorated.  I lit candles.  And it was all good.

But all the while, a burn in the pit of my stomach, the same burn that stayed with me that day last year on the 29th of December when my sister and I met up for our last sisterly chat and she breathed her last breath of life, right there as I was in mid sentence.  How dare her!  But.  Her mansion awaited.  It was her time.

Oh, back to the burn...  

I want to blame it on a combination of cookies, lack of sleep and stressssss but deep inside I knew that I was preparing myself for something awful.  

But nothing awful happened.  And the burn is gone.  

And so... I'm embarrassed for my lack of faith.  But thankful for the gift of hope that God gave me this year at Christmas!

 And speaking of gifts,  do you mind if I share some of my more special Christmas gifts 
from this year?

A cup which I am drinking my tea and honey from right this very minute...  it reads
  Everything is Sweeter at Grandma's.  Jake was so excited to give this to me, and he picked it out himself at the school Christmas Santa shopping event. 


And....  This paper weight.  It is wonderful!  I have it sitting on my desk and I will look at it every single day to remind me to ENJOY LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE!  And who wouldn't enjoy those two 'little things' whose picture I will look at along with the message...


Another very special gift....


There's a story behind that little plaque.  You see a couple of years ago Gary bought me a cute little globe.  I'd always told him I wanted one...  so he came home with one that he had engraved 'You are My World'  Love, Gary.  Well.  I teased him saying that I couldn't find my name on it anywhere and I asked him who it was for?  I told him the reason he did not put my name on it was so if we ever split, he could give it to someone else.  Or, in the event that I died first... he could re-gift it.  Haha!

Well, well, well....

My special guy made a special trip out of town just weeks before Christmas just to find a place that would engrave a plaque just right... so that he could use to replace the old one.  Now wasn't that special?  I thought so.


Gracie, tell them what you got for Christmas...

Bells on my neck and feet.  Forgotten about. Oh, and a cookie and new toy. That's all I have to say. Gracie.


Thursday, December 29, 2016

Five Very Important Christmas Tips from Gracie

1. Agree with every single thing.  Yep.  Be in agreement.  Otherwise you will find yourself hiding under the bed for the entire day of festivities.  You do not want to miss one single cookie crumb!


2. Repeat these words for as many times as it takes to have an inner peace:  It's only for a day.  It's only for a day.  It's only for a day.


3.  Don't move around too much.  Truth is, every single time you move you will jingle.  It's insane, I know!  It's cruel!  It's inhumane and unacceptable!  But still. Don't move.  Unless you see a careless cookie carrier forget about a cookie that is within paws reach.  Then, move rapidly. Very rapidly. Before those jingle bells alert you-know-who....


4.  Stay calm.  Even when you feel like tearing off an arm or a leg from the fake santa in the corner.  Remember... it's only for one day.  Make peace with the jingle bells. Expect the annoyance with each step of your paw. Ignore the oohs and ahhhs and how everyone laughs and points your way saying "Isn't that cute?"  

It. Is. Not. Cute.


Stay focused.  No trouble....


5.  No trouble.  Unless.  Your people forget to give you supper and end up leaving you all alone.  Then.  New rules.  It only takes two minutes to rip open an unopened Christmas gift.  Do it.  Rip it to shreds.  Let 'em know you're mad as heck and you will not take it any more! 

Then, look cute and sad.  Treats will follow.  Gracie.