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Another day, another Great Grand. This is 2-year old Bella, playing with Sophie in her pop-up tent. |
Good morning and welcome. It is Friday, April 9, 2021, and, we are up and doing a lot of what we have going on here these days. The wife just left to take Jimmy for a mental health appointment, then she proceeds to see a specialist regarding her thyroid report. Jimmy needs to be back here by 11:30 a.m. for the home health care visit, and, the beat goes on and on and on. Life continues underneath the provision of our Great God. The other evening I went to fetch some food that had been ordered via the internet. It was at Olive Garden. Something had not worked right with the ap, therefore, when I got there, they did not have the food. I went inside and talked with the take-out facilitator person. He said he had no idea what may have happened to the online order, which sounded reasonable since it didn't show up. I placed the order and he told me there would be a minimum wait of 20 minutes. I wasn't trying to be difficult, but, I inquired as to why it would be that long. He said there were other people in front of me. I told him we come there often for dine-in meals and we pay the same amount for the food purchased but typically it doesn't take a minimum of 20 minutes from the time an order is placed through the wait staff. He seemed a little flustered but said he would see what he could do. I promise I was not being ugly, I just wanted to understand how people paying the same price for the same food would have to wait longer. He brought the food in about 10 minutes and asked if he had done well. I told him he had, thanked him, and went on my way. It never hurts to ask. Right?
Flashback from my first month of blogging:
Did someone say, GRANDCHILDREN?
Grandchildren! You knew sooner or later it had to come up, right? We are so blessed to have ten of them and they are spread out from college age down to toddlers. What a joy they are and what a privilege to see them through an older set of eyes. I often tell people that when my three boys were growing up I was much too busy making a living instead of concentrating on helping them to build a life. Somehow they got through all that and today they have given me the opportunity to pour myself into their children’s lives. No, I can’t go back and change the past but I can do today the best I know how to influence them, and make a difference in their children’s lives.
You have heard of the stay-at-home dad but what about the stay-at-home granddad or Poppy as I am called? My time between work assignments coincided with the birth of our little Alex, (he’s our number nine). Since Poppy didn’t have a regular job I became the 8–10 hours per d

Yeah, it’s true that I now probably act like “Poppy knows best” on all subjects regarding childcare and childrearing. I catch the looks of the parents as I give them my informed opinion on these important subjects. My wife, (the grandmother known as MiMi), is always reminding me that in the end, it is their decision on how and what to do. This doesn’t typically bother me because all of my advice comes from down in the trenches, learned on the front line. If nothing else it makes for lively and entertaining conversations, to say the least.
This photo is of our number ten just after he was born. He is a remark
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