I wrote in my notebook journal, the one that’s pretty darn private, this morning and I filled the page with sadness. Sad story after sad story after sad story. You get the picture.
My Grammie (to quote the Niece) had a stroke while recovering from surgery. She couldn’t talk at all right after it happened. I was profoundly saddened and troubled. This is a woman who loves to chat and visit. My mother and her brother were visiting this morning and my Grammie said “aah-ite”. They were shocked and happy that something as close to “alright” came out of her mouth and they could understand what she meant. I told my mother that Grammie was just exercising her street-cred. All afternoon it has been aah-ite here at the homestead. Rock on Grammie.
My friend’s father died Friday evening. See, I told you nothing but excellent news. The father had been sick for awhile and was under hospice care. It doesn’t really make it any easier, though.
Then I saw that something like 50 people have died as a result of Hurricane Ivan. That stinks.
Tomorrow will be better, aah-ite?