|My granddaughter--She's immersed in a superheroes phase right now...|
The holiday has been a wonderful one for me so far. I got to spend a week with my daughter and her family in Navarre, Florida. The weather was not especially good, but that didn't hamper our game-playing. During the week we invested our time and imagination in many endeavors: we pretended we had a restaurant, a repair shop, a superhero lab, a flea market, an art studio (one of my favorites), a library, a newsroom, a bookstore (also a favorite) and a pet store.
Several times I suggested a mattress shop. I made note that our primary duties as employees would be testing out the mattresses. Lying down and being quiet. Sleeping. That idea got a resounding "No." The energy of a fifty-something grammy + the energy of a sixty-something grandma does NOT = the energy of a six-year old. Sad, but true.
My son sent me a video of a song he had written for me. That was my gift. It brought tears to my eyes as well as my daughter's.
And I finished a pesky short story that has been in the works for a while. I like it (I think); now I have to figure out where to submit it.