Tuesday, June 26, 2018

21/ Time Flies

I had a lovely time visiting with my granddaughter, Liz, who is up from Florida this week. We played rummy and Scrabble yesterday, and I made her food requests for dinner. Then my son and his family came over for chocolate egg creams, after which Liz and I watched a movie ("The Disaster Artist"). This morning I made another food request for breakfast, and then we drove to town. Hit the library first (she helped me pick out books to buy for our favorite 4- and 6-year-olds), then Salvation Army (she found a cute rain jacket), and then her favorite European-style restaurant for lunch. The whine: It all went by so quickly.
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8 comments:

  1. Indigo BuntingJune 26, 2018 at 6:53 PM

    Good whine!

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    1. SusanJune 26, 2018 at 8:00 PM

      As I was writing this post, Liz sent me a text. I finished posting, and then read it. She said, "It went waaayyy too quickly!!"

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    2. Indigo BuntingJune 27, 2018 at 6:33 PM

      That's so great. And as I reread this, I realize I want you to make me an egg cream.

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  2. MaliJune 26, 2018 at 10:03 PM

    This is how I feel with visits from my littlest niece. (Charlie, I blog about her.)

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  3. Sally BridgeJune 27, 2018 at 5:48 AM

    That's a good whine though!

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  4. CedarwaxwingJune 27, 2018 at 2:50 PM

    I hate it when time flies like that.

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  5. Kim HanniganJune 27, 2018 at 5:43 PM

    Lovely.

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  6. SabineJune 29, 2018 at 8:18 AM

    I love Liz stories!

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