I started writing about me and JP, my youngest grandson, when he was about three. Who knew what we’d go through together? He and his mom and dad and bulldog, Tank, lived with us for awhile while their house was being built. Tank died while we were all on vacation together.
My husband passed away suddenly from a brain aneurysm and we lost our elderly dogs, too. I sold the house and youngest and I moved in with JP’s family. We eventually found a new, smaller house and youngest and I moved in and recently got a new little dog.
This coming weekend JP turns eight! I can hardly believe it. He’s wonderful—cute, smart, fun, silly, sweet and incredibly kind. Our talks have gotten so complex now.
I usually pick him up on Tuesday afternoons after e-school is done and he comes over to visit and have dinner with me and his Uncle Dave. He loves our new house and visiting with Leia, our dog.
We’ve always had some of our best conversations in the car, when we aren’t singing along with the radio! This one happened as I was driving him home…
JP: Wasn’t it funny when Leia fell in the box?
Me: It was. I think she was trying to see what was inside and just slipped. When I got her out she went and laid on her pillow and didn’t look at me. I think she was embarrassed!
JP: Like when your cat fell off the back of the couch, right?
Me: Yep, Midnight would look out the window to watch for me and fall asleep. And sometimes she’d stretch and fall off the back of the couch. That was a long time ago, I’m surprised you remember me telling you that. I had Midnight before I even knew Papa.
JP: Were you married to someone else and divorced before you met Papa?
Me: No, just him. He was my first husband but I was his second wife. Does that mean I could get married a second time now if I wanted?
JP: But, Nana, you only have two bedrooms. Where would he sleep?
Me: I thought he’d sleep in my room.
JP: (Doubtfully) Well, I guess he could sleep in your big closet…
This is youngest in one of the cool polos Top Golf provided for him to wear at his new job there! He also has a black polo and a super nice black lined jacket.
He’s polishing silverware, folding napkins and bundling the silverware into rolls. And he absolutely loves it so far. Apparently people stop by and say hi all the time, his boss gave him a certificate for a free meal there (and he gets to golf for free), and he loves the music they play…
My new job is being the mom bus driving him a couple times a week when he works. He applied for a reduced rate bus pass and through our township, we can arrange for a van to take him to and from work at a fairly reasonable cost. Don’t want to throw too many changes at him at once so we will start that soon.
Bottom line, as anyone with a special needs child knows, if he’s happy, then I’m happy!
I am pulling something from my archives to repost and if you haven’t already read it, I hope you enjoy! (If you have already seen it, maybe you could just pretend to like it again?) 🙂
I’m toying with writing some fiction and hey, I’ve known you all of five months now, so I’m feeling more comfortable trying this out and I’d appreciate any and all comments — I love it when you’re all so supportive, but helpful criticism is appreciated, too!
Our First Apartment!
The upstairs of the rentable suburban two-flat was small. There was just one big bedroom, a kitchen, living room and what you might call a front parlor. The one bathroom was tiny and had incredibly crazy jungle print wallpaper. She stared at it, then turned to him with wide eyes. He pulled her close, rocking her gently in his arms. “Baby, it’s not so bad, is it?” he asked quietly. She moved a little in his arms but didn’t answer and his heart dropped. It was the best place they’d seen, and they really couldn’t afford much else. He hated that she was upset.
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My rating: 4 of 5 stars
If you’re a fan of romance novelist Debbie Macomber you simply cannot miss her new book releasing this week. When Nichole finds that her husband, Jake, has been cheating on her during their short marriage, she decides she can’t keep giving him one more chance and files for divorce. This gives her mother-in-law the courage to admit that she’s turned a blind eye to Jake’s father’s cheating for their entire marriage and she won’t continue.
Nichole and her MIL Leanne end up taking apartments across the hall from each other and make a plan to help them not only get through but thrive during this new and unfamiliar time. Leanne takes a volunteer position teaching English as a second language and becomes friends with a lovely Ukrainian immigrant widower named Nikolai who has much to teach her about starting over if she can open her heart to him.
And Nichole meets a rough-edged tow truck company owner named Rocco, a decent, hard working guy with a daughter. He’s a wonderful father, but feeling a little out of his comfort zone with dresses and dances and all the things that go along with raising a teenaged girl and is happy to have Nichole’s input. Neither he nor Nichole are certain they want to move forward with a relationship, especially when Jake decides to try to work things out with Nichole and threatens to sue for custody of their young son if she keeps on seeing Rocco.
In true Debbie Macomber fashion, it’s heartwarming and sweet and a HEA is practically guaranteed. I received this book as an ARC through NetGalley.
There’s no place like seaside Blueberry Cove, Maine, at Christmas—and there’s nothing like a wedding, the warmth of the holidays, and an old crush, to create the perfect new start…
Interior designer Fiona McCrae has left fast-paced Manhattan to move back home to peaceful Blueberry Cove. But she’s barely arrived before she’s hooked into planning her big sister Hannah’s Christmas wedding—in less than seven weeks. The last thing she needs is for her first love, Ben Campbell, to return to neighboring Snowflake Bay…
As kids, Fiona was the bratty little sister Ben mercilessly teased—while pining after Hannah. But Fi never once thought of Ben like a brother. And that hasn’t changed. Except Fi is all grown up. Will Ben notice her now? More importantly, with her life in a jumble, should he? Or might the romance of the occasion, the spirit of the season, and the gifts of time ignite a long-held flame for many Christmases to come…
Something old might just become something new…
Donna Kauffman has seen her books reviewed in venues ranging from Kirkus
Reviews and Library Journal to Entertainment Weekly and Cosmopolitan. She lives
just outside of DC in the lovely Virginia countryside, where she is presently
trying to makeover her newly empty nest into something that doesn’t have to
accommodate piles of sports equipment falling out of her coat closet (okay, out
of every closet…and under every bed….), size 13 cleats and sweaty uniforms
cluttering her foyer (and stairwell, and laundry room, and…), and a kitchen
that should have come with a traffic light. And a pantry monitor. (Anyone with
a clever idea on how to repurpose lacrosse sticks into matching reading lamps,
she’s all ears!) When she’s not stripping paint, varnishing an old auction
house find, or trying to avoid bodily injury with her latest power tool
purchase, she loves to hear from readers!