JUST A HOLY DAY – NOT A HOLIDAY

fragments

 Splintered fragments from my day.

RRRing.  Answering phone.  Hello.  Want the girls today?  Sure send them over.

Running with hugs.  Using water bottle to squirt water.  Chasing yellow butterfly.

Enters house.  Soaking feet.  Painting toenails.  Turned over nail polish.  Cotton swab and polish remover.  Giving dolly a bath in the foot washer.  “Can I have sweet tea?”

“Grandma, hold hands with Jesus when we pray.”  Eating sliced turkey, cheese, and crackers.  Song on kindle.  Just give me Jesus.  “Can I have sweet tea?”

Ashlyn to the computer.  Grandma and Jadalyn to table with Rummikub.  “Can I have sweet tea?  “Can I have a cookie?”

“Jadalyn, can you pull that loose paper off the little bathroom wall?”  Find sack to hold paper.  Prop Jadalyn so she won’t fall.  Dirty stuff on top of the cabinet.  Washed off.  Out for garage sale.  “Can I help you?”  Two girls on sink. One girl on toilet seat.  Toilet springs leak.  Grab towel.

Jadalyn, I need to practice my speech for the speech contest in the morning. Jadie, keep time for me.   Sammy, you going to listen to me practice?   When I finish my coffee.  Here’s the timer.  How long was it?  Six minutes and eleven seconds.  Oh, good.  Has to shorter than 7min 30sec.

Computer and Rummicub.  Grandma won.  Grandma won.  Jadalyn won.  Let’s color.  What color did you use?  That’s pretty.  Can I color with you?  I’m about to stop, my back hurts.  OK.  We’ll color some more.  That’s pretty.  Your is pretty, too. Grandma, you have hairs right here.  Can I have some sweet tea?

Frozen chicken strips and crinkle potatoes cooked for supper (dinner).  “Do I have to eat this?”  “Want some pudding?”  Let’s play the line game.  OK. I’ll make line for Ashlyn, Ashlyn for Jadalyn, Jadalyn for Grandma.  What’s this?  A girl on a recliner.  What’s this? A dog’s head.

Are you ready to go?  Get your stuff so you’ll be ready.  Don’t forget your hair bows this time.  “Grandma, Nana is here.”  Okay, baby.  I love you.  I love you Sweetheart.  I love you.  I love you.  It was a special day.  I love you.  I love you.

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Grandma to the computer.  I’m late getting this done today, but more important stuff happened today.

Prompt “splintered fragments”  by Michelle Cook  September Writing Prompts

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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11 Responses to JUST A HOLY DAY – NOT A HOLIDAY

  1. Dawn Marie says:

    Such beautiful light dancing off the fragmented shards of your day! Blessings to you for sharing them with us!😘

  2. boy, that was exhausting 🙂

  3. ~M says:

    Sounds like a tiring but amazing day! 😉

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