Highs and Lows
Introducing Travis
Travis is my eldest grandson – he and I have been working in my yard these last few sunny days – he pruning my fruit trees – me picking up the limbs from the ground, placing them into the wheelbarrow – he wheeling the wheel barrow to a dumping ground on the next street over – at least that is what we did yesterday – today he decided no more wheeling – much more fun to burn the branches in the burn barrel at the back of the property – can’t find any gas in my gas can – I say “paper for a starter” – he says “NO” – goes to my shed and finds a container of paint thinner – sprinkle in barrel – light fire – not burning well – I rake pine needles – we add to barrel – lots of smoke! – he cuts a pokey stick – I insert stick into mass of pine needles saying “making air hole” – he laughs but I had last laugh, it worked – soon a roaring blaze consuming the branches.
Stop for lunch – he has a passion for among other things, tuna – I butter bread, he opens tuna, chops pickles (have to be baby dills – no bread and butter pickles for Trav) he adds salad dressing – I fill sandwiches cut diagonally (his request) we sit down for lunch – discussion starts about age – I say something to the effect of him being twenty – “no Gram, I am twenty-one” then he says something about time going to pass faster now that he is twenty-one – I say, “not to worry, you will always be young in your mind, look at me I still think I am twenty” I think at this point I asked his opinion on my statement – wrong thing to do – he says “well maybe you are in mind but not your body”! – my face falls – this was one of the lows – making lunch with my twenty-one year old grandson was one of the highs.
As I will write down the road, Travis is the reason that my blog is named Boot Camp Grandma
Introducing Travis
Travis is my eldest grandson – he and I have been working in my yard these last few sunny days – he pruning my fruit trees – me picking up the limbs from the ground, placing them into the wheelbarrow – he wheeling the wheel barrow to a dumping ground on the next street over – at least that is what we did yesterday – today he decided no more wheeling – much more fun to burn the branches in the burn barrel at the back of the property – can’t find any gas in my gas can – I say “paper for a starter” – he says “NO” – goes to my shed and finds a container of paint thinner – sprinkle in barrel – light fire – not burning well – I rake pine needles – we add to barrel – lots of smoke! – he cuts a pokey stick – I insert stick into mass of pine needles saying “making air hole” – he laughs but I had last laugh, it worked – soon a roaring blaze consuming the branches.
Stop for lunch – he has a passion for among other things, tuna – I butter bread, he opens tuna, chops pickles (have to be baby dills – no bread and butter pickles for Trav) he adds salad dressing – I fill sandwiches cut diagonally (his request) we sit down for lunch – discussion starts about age – I say something to the effect of him being twenty – “no Gram, I am twenty-one” then he says something about time going to pass faster now that he is twenty-one – I say, “not to worry, you will always be young in your mind, look at me I still think I am twenty” I think at this point I asked his opinion on my statement – wrong thing to do – he says “well maybe you are in mind but not your body”! – my face falls – this was one of the lows – making lunch with my twenty-one year old grandson was one of the highs.
As I will write down the road, Travis is the reason that my blog is named Boot Camp Grandma
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