Sharing My World 30



The little faded drawing in the middle of this picture is at least ten years old, made by our oldest granddaughter, when she was maybe three or four.  The creation and the concept and the words are hers, and all this time later I’ve added a border hoping to preserve her little masterpiece from getting lost or destroyed.  Her initials are above her self-portrait, and GR is a short form for grandpa.  And I guess that day they were being silly.  Worth saving, worth sharing, right?

Share Your World – 2015 Week #22

Finish these four sentences. You can talk about yourself or be creative and write a piece of fiction. It’s up to you. Have some fun.

Never In My Life Have I….

needed so little sleep as I do now since settling into retirement and advanced years.  That sounds better than ‘old age’.  You know, slightly.   I read somewhere that old people need less sleep, probably in part because a lot of them don’t have anything much to do anymore and thus don’t get exhausted.  Or it’s simply part of healthy aging where reductions in the sleep duration and depth are fine, and less sleep is required to maintain daytime alertness.   I’m trying to remember if I ever had a lot of daytime alertness when I felt sleep deprived.  Anyway, 6 hours a night seems to be the norm now.  And no daytime naps.  It’s all very weird.

My neighbour wants me to help her…..

feel less embarrassed by my flower beds.  Really, I don’t even know much about my neighbors on either side of me.  Except that their names are Denise and Faye and they both have amazing things growing in their front yards.  I have dogwood and a little tree that needs constant trimming and rarely gets it, and some kind of thorny berry bush growing wild.  Hey, I make both of them look good simply by being lazy non-gardening me.  They should be happy about that.

When I was little I wanted…

to get out of going to church every Sunday.  My mother never let that happen, even though the place was incredibly boring and I hated getting dressed up.  She had some strange and very strict rules.  Church got a little more interesting when I was part of the junior choir and could play Snap…

(Each player has a pile of cards face down and together they turn the cards up one by one until they match.  Whoever says SNAP first wins the other’s turned over pile of cards.  The object of the game is to win all the cards.)

….with my church friend.  We used the left over hymn number cards that went on the  little board on the wall announcing the page numbers of the hymns that we would be singing during the service.  It’s good for a congregation to all be on the same page.  It took a lot of stealth to never get caught playing with these cards, along with sitting in the back row and as far away from the choir leader as possible.  And it made the sermon almost bearable.  Church is where I became a clock watcher, wishing time would speed up so I could go home and do ANYTHING else.   Although whispering and being sneaky was fun.

Will you come here to…

work on my flowerbeds?  Explain to me what I was supposed to get out of Sunday mornings besides mad Snap skills?  Or we could just have coffee and you could assure me that I do indeed appear to be alert and don’t have dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep.  We could play a rousing game of cards.  There might be cake.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Half the time I don’t know or care what day of the week it is.  I’m grateful for that.  It’s very freeing.  I’m also grateful for the time to be creative, now that there are 18 hours of being awake in my day.  So do I use all those hours productively?  Pffft.  No.

But I wrote this!  I preserved a memory!  I admitted my small bit of flower bed remorse.  The day isn’t a complete write-off.



10 thoughts on “Sharing My World 30

  1. I delighted in your grandchild’s creation. I too save some of each of my 18’s art. Too little space to save all of it. They are quite prolific.:) Love your easy breezy way of answering the questions.

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  2. I think we sleep less because we don’t want to waste what’s left of our lives sleeping it away. Too much to do. I’ll play some snap with you only we use to calo it slap. Quite ballsy to play in church. We were always loud when we played.

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  3. SNAP is for wimpos. Kids with eggs played SPIT. Play a game, ruin a deck. Yer might even lose an eye. That’s showin’ ’em real card-playin’! (Like to see ya’ try that in church, missy! To play, you have to keep yelling out “Spit!”)

    Your answer to “My neighbor wants me to…” made me laugh. Only you, Grandmalin.

    The concept and words explaining the picture–oh, my. How wonderful is that? It would be nice if I always remembered that. What a smart, creative little girl she was.

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    • I admit to being wimpy, especially when there’s the chance of being caught in the act. Spitting in church would have been hard to justify. Sounds like a fun game though 😄

      This little drawing and the words that go with it always makes me smile.

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      • The game was killer fun.
        I would still play it if I could find a kid slow enough to lose against the me I am today. Oh! I could tie one of her/his hands behind the back!
        (Better yet, both. Make ’em use their mouth.)

        I don’t blame you for smiling every time. I’m smiling just thinking about that drawing.
        🙂 🙂 🙂

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