There is really nothing sweeter than hugs and kisses from a grandson. Zaka loves to give them out to me and of course I love to get them. He lays his little head down on my shoulder when he gives hugs. And he puckers up his little mouth and gives out kisses.
The only thing is that he loves to give kisses to the cat and dog even better than he loves to give them to grandma! I think he likes the softness of their fur. He certainly has no fear of them whatsoever.
I should be having a visit from my other grandson tomorrow. Grandmothering is really a pleasure.
Tonight was my debut in the strings orchestra. Am I ever a rank amateur! I have so much practicing to do to even begin! I know the D Major and the G scales but these people actually played music rapidly with those notes and changed keys and … well I was fairly lost. But the other two women playing bass assured me that it was fine, that I should keep on coming out and trying and that it would get better. I am sure it will get better. I can’t get much worse! I have absolutely nothing to lose so I will keep on. As long as they let me stay.
And when I got home, I think I realized where I know one of the other woman from. I will see when I go for coffee at the Bison next. If she is who I think she is, I will see her there someday.