Where did I put it? - October 19, 2025

I have turned the house upside down this morning, looking for my Kindle charger.  I seem to remember taking it to Gatlinburg but don't remember using it (or handling it) while we were there.  It was not in the most likely place, the schlepping bag of art supplies and other necessities.  Checked the truck, checked the suitcases, and everywhere else I could think to check.  Not anywhere.

Fortunately, there's an old back-up Kindle on the nightstand.  It is charging as we speak.  

Yesterday, The Husband's office held its annual barbeque get-together for the retirees of the factory.  About a dozen showed up, all of them in their 80s and older.  It is sweet to get them together once a year, since they worked together for 25+ years.  During the party, Granddaughter #2 called to ask if I could alter a romper for her.  I said I would, and asked when she needed it.  "Six-thirty."  "TONIGHT?"  "Yes, ma'am."  This shot down my plans for the afternoon.

We still need groceries, and I had planned to stop at the store on the way home and force The Husband to go in with me and find something that would tempt his appetite.  Nix that idea.  Straight home to work on the romper.  We tooted the horn as we passed by #2's house.  She came right over with the romper AND an elastic-waist skirt for #3 that needed to be made a tad tighter.  All the romper needed was to have the strap buttons moved up 3".  Easy jobs.

This morning, Fall has stuck it's foot in the door.  I've got my furry housecoat on over my clothes.  May stay that way all day.  

I went outside a few minutes ago to look in my car for the missing charger.  (There's no reason why it should be in there, but if I hadn't checked that's where it would've been.)  Granddaughters #3 and #4 were out in the yard, riding bikes and scooters in the driveway.  The three dogs were outside, as well.  I did not want to yell "hello" to them, knowing that the dogs would hear it and barrel across the road, so I just stepped to the end of our driveway and waved.  The dogs saw me and came running, as I feared they would.  I ran toward them, scooped up the little dustmop dog from the road, and led the big boys back into their yard.  

Granddaughter #4, wearing only a t-shirt and her underpants, ran to me for a hug.  She swore she wasn't cold, but her legs were like popsicles.  The last thing I said to her before I walked back home was, "Go inside and put on some pants and shoes!"  Little Rotten Baby.