...and minutes to memories.
I had not seen Maggie, Cal, and Rylan in a couple of Sundays. The Missus's trip out west to spend some quality time with the Colorado branch of the family business, including our dual princesses, Abigail and Shea, returned her to New Jersey's geographical boundaries shortly before six o'clock last Sunday night. As a result, the weekly ritual of Sunday "Nana's noodle noodle" with Suzanne, Ryan, and their power trio at our house was held in abeyance last week.
In a perfect world, I would see all five of my grandchildren daily. Spoiler alert: The world in which I live - and you as well - has the postal code of a locale somewhere decidedly south of perfect.
So, I simply enjoy the time I have with them, whenever and wherever it presents itself.
Time spent with any of my grandkids is a B-12 shot. Truth be told, there is never an inopportune time for a B-12 shot...
The old man kept talking 'bout his life and his times
He fell asleep with his head against the window
He said an honest man's pillow is his peace of mind.
This world offers riches and riches will grow wings,
I don't take stock in those uncertain things.
-AK
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