MY GRANDDAUGHTER AND ME, "BRAGGIN RIGHTS." AND A LETTER

My granddaughter

I very seldom mention my grandchildren. They are all special to me. But I thought since my granddaughter is graduating this week from high school I would share a few things about her. 

So here goes my "braggin rights."She has had a successful tennis career so far. She recently was recruited by an eastern college to play on their college tennis team. Then she was accepted into their business school which is unusual for a student's first year of college where she is attending.

When she was six months old I was living a thousand or so miles from her. I sat down and wrote this letter to her. I knew she couldn't read it then but some day she could. 

I am still many hundreds of miles from her. 

So if you, my granddaughter are reading this post please read on -- it is the letter I wrote to you so long ago.

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Today, I sit before a computer writing to you my six month old granddaughter wondering about our relationship, how we can connect together, you being so young and I much older with many miles between us. I want to be part of your life yet, for now it is not possible. Your mother and I have always been so close and she is so wonderful that I feel although I am not there with you she has enough of my love locked in her that she can share it with you.

How can we be soul mates? Fifty seven years lie between us. I ponder this dilemma and realize that we have collective philosophies contained within us established by the women in our blood lines that will surface with you in both small and grand ways. This will be our key to being soul mates. 

Perhaps when you make a decision to fight a battle based on intellectualism you will feel your strength arise from your family women source. Perhaps when you stand still on a hill feeling the wind drive hard against your young adult body you will know a sense of peace as family women felt on similar hills in previous generations.

Joy will come easy to you in small ways, laughter will spill out spontaneously, tears will come quickly over animals, small children and lost loves. We are an emotional bunch of women that dive into life with the zest of a marching band. We have gentle spirits and open hearts. So with this legacy you will be one with not only me but your grandmothers and great-grandmothers and back through all your family women of past generations. 

So when you find yourself sitting on that hillside feeling peace -- know that I along with all your family of women have silently gathered in spirit with you to soothe your soul.

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GREEN GRASS OR GREEN PAINT?

Recently my daughter and granddaughter made a trip to California for a tennis tournament. While there they toured around a bit looking at different neighborhoods. 

On one leg, around the city where they were staying,  they ran into this extraordinary event. At least extraordinary to them.  They sat in their car in amazement as a man painted his grass green -- yes with green paint. He wasn't painting fake turf he was painting droughty brown grass. 

My granddaughter thought this incident was worth taking some pictures of so she jumped out of their car and started snapping her Iphone. The photo above is the small go-cart kind of  truck with a white plastic tank behind it that had a tube leading to the man's sprayer. 

 Her second photo was the sign that the man placed on the grass as seen above. It reads, "Caution wet paint". Then she sent the images off to me via her Iphone    

Although she did not get a photo of the actual spraying I found a YouTube demonstrating how they spray. Now some of you might know all about this technique? 

I found this practice unreal.

Check out this minute long YouTube -- it is beyond words.