Sunday

Sunday use to be a day of rest back in the 50's.  We weren't allowed to do any work when we were kids.  Now we try to fit everything we can into 46 hours.  Today we cooked breakfast.  From there it was try to do lots of things with Grandpa.  Grandpa was the man today.  She loves to plant things.  We have seeds in dirt all over the place.  We didn't really go any where just enjoyed each others company.

Mckenzie had some strawberries that she started from seed last year that never even sprouted.  Grandpa put plants in the dish this year.  She was all excited we hated to hurt her feelings so we let her think that they were from last year.  She was so proud of herself.  Sometimes we must let them think that way, after all, they are kids.  When she gets older we will tell her and all laugh.

Maybe I can get a story written today.  The house is now empty.  It's quiet.  It's lonely.  Every house is lonely without a child's voice.  Maybe no story today....