Nostalgia

I've been here at the grandparents for over 60 days. We've settled into something of a groove, and notwithstanding the fact I miss my own bed, things are going very well here.

The part that is fun for me is watching my daughter, and occasionally one of her buddies, run around doing things I have stored away in my memory box from childhood.

Running circles through the living room and hallway, running back and forth through the sheets on the line, playing in front of the mirror in the hallway, picking rhubarb out of the backyard, "helping" grandpa with the garden, walking to the nearby park, etc.

There are some things she has yet to do. I remember going under the branches of the big pine out front to the trunk and then climbing as high as I dared. We have yet to clean off the ping pong table downstairs ( when did that mess happen? ) Sitting at the piano playing nonsense songs for hours. Also, going out on the canoe would help complete the experience.

My kiddo is making her own memories. She plays pool ( sort of ) and bocce ball and plays in the big cardboard house that grandpa made. She plays in the tire swing and the the "bear cave" behind the couch.

Today we're going to go jump on the mini trampoline. And maybe later, we'll help grandma make cookies.