My granddaughter Joy rolled her truck over three times and escaped with her life and a scraped arm, “Because I was wearing a seat belt.” She totaled her truck, but her boyfriend Josh, a skilled auto mechanic, is rebuilding it from the remaining parts and what they can scavenge from the local junk yards. You may recall that Joy is the youngest granddaughter, and headed to Virginia Tech this fall to the School of Agriculture. She won’t be taking her truck with her. Joy met Josh at the farm where they both work. He maintains the farm machinery.
Meanwhile, my oldest granddaughters, Hannah and Amelia, found jobs at the universities from whence they graduated, one in 2010 and the other in 2012. Hannah is working in food service and Amelia is playing in the university band. (They pay kids to do this.)
Connie says Hannah finally got her landlord to spray for roaches. Every time the landlord passed her apartment, showing a potential new tenant a unit, Hannah made sure cans of RAID roach killer were prominently displayed in her windows. She got some action from the landlord.
Connie said her stepdaughter Sarah called from Denver where she is working in food service at a local hospital. Sarah worked at Whole Foods here in Arlington before she moved to Denver. Seems if you want a job in this awful economy, you can find it.
I told Connie I think her girls will be able to manage just fine in the big wide world as they have good coping skills and are not afraid of work.
I was washing dishes yesterday morning when I heard a loud crash. David fell down the stairs and landed on his head. The very fragile skin on his forehead burst open and he began spouting blood everywhere (and blaming me….long story). Today his nose and the spot on his head are better, but he says he hurts all over. Amazing isn’t it how some folks fall and bounce and others don’t? I think it helps that we have wood flooring, however, the last time I fell down the stairs I broke a rib.
Now I am into the perennial dilemma, should we stay here with stairs or find a place on one level. If we are careful, the stairs can give us a bit of exercise, if not we could take a tumble. A few years back we had double rails installed on both sides of the stairs. But, if you don’t hold on to the rails, guess what?
Why is it, the things that make most of us happy are the small things in life? For me this old song says it all: