WHAT I WAS THINKING

I am so damn sick of the political mess.

I could not stand it anymore.

I began working on this blog and the word thingy was not working and I was about to lose my thoughts.

hahahahaha

like, I never have the opportunity to lose my thoughts.

I had the opportunity to see my grandchildren twice in five weeks time.

I had so much fun!

We all ended up at the Park both times. The Park (I capitalize it because of its importance) is really grand in terms of our small municipality. There must be City and County and State contributions involved in this park's maintenance.

I told my son that we have always discounted the contributions of mom. 

I mean I have to make a list and check it three times so that all the accouterments are present. hahahaha

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We must have water and Kool Ade (watered down of course without sugar but Mama still destains. hahahha) and peanut butter and jam sandwiches and crackers and cheese and water bottles and straws and.....

Yeah, but what if Dad wants something? He is always hungry. hahahah

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Well Mommy was there the first time.

And you know what?

When Precious had to go to the bathroom and when Daddy had to watch Jolee on the obstacle course, I was left with Willow.
hahahahahha

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Here is this old man watching this precious little four month old on a blanket on the grass.

SHE IS SO VERY PERFECT.

And sometimes I would pick her up, scared that I would do something wrong.

And some Dad running after his four-year-old looked at me and said:
YOU GOT IT EASY!
hahahahah

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He laughed and I laughed and I had the opportunity to kiss little Willow on the forehead again. hahahahah

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I fixed the grits.

I had watered down kool ade (without sugar of course) and I had peanut buttter sandwiches (as dictated by my son) and I had crackers and cheese and water bottles purchased from the fridge at the small store and I had coloring books that did not work hahahahhaha

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I mean, one would think that picnics are easy.

And I never even thought of potato salad which I hate. hahahahha

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But imagine that a couple would allow me to take care of a four month old? This all recalls old Law and Order episodes. hahahah

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THE SECOND TRY

This time Mama did not show up and neither did Willow.
It was just Daddy and me and Precious and Jolee.

I was better educated following the first picnic.

Daddy told me: No More Toys. hahahaha

Just crayons and big big coloring books.

But I made a list and checked it twice.

I had the watered down kool ade in some strange container, and I had the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in hot dog buns, and I had special bottles of water, and I had straws, and I had crackers and cheese (my son picked out the right cheese at the store of course) and I sliced some apples and I had a spool of paper towels and....

This is all complicated. hahahaha

You do not even go:

WILL THIS WORK?

It is more like: I think this will work.

Well, the peanut butter and jam in the hot dog buns just sold like crazy. hahahha

And then we ran to the park side obstacle course.

And then Daddy said: time to change Jolee's diaper.

And then.....I was in charge of Precious who always hated me. hahahaha

And I planned to sit on some bench whilst the youngster played and she yelled:

POP COME PLAY WITH ME.

So pop went and played and ran and chased Precious on this obstacle course; which I assume violates a hundred Federal and State regulations.

Precious would tell me what to do and at least hint at what to do and....

It took three hours, but we all ended up at the picnic table.

We had our cheese and crackers.

Then it was time for Daddy to take Precious to the bathroom.

And he handed Jolee to me.

Jolee was not content in this arrangement.

But I put her on my knee and gave her another cracker and another straw stuck in water and she abided.

hahahahah

​This little two-year-old trusted me for ten minutes.

And both these little tots say 

THANK YOU.

That is all Daddy, but Daddy learned that from me. hahahah

I would have said years ago that this essay involves nothing.

But, it involves everything.

Today anyway, I do not give one goddamn about politics...even though I should.

I cannot take it anymore.

Tomorrow is another day.

We must work so that Mussolini shall not rule this nation.

But....there are other things we must consider.

But this week and this month has given me such pleasure that involved no money and no expectations and...

I do not like Rod Stewart but I like this song.