Sunday – 7/22/2017 – Grandma Day

Yay we had a dry day – no rain ! ! I actually got the washing on the line although there was little drying in the air. HRH enjoyed the weak sunshine while it lasted.
This evening Meegz KK and I are heading to the local hot thermal spring pools to soak up the warmth. Just to be smart I booked the open roof spa so we can sit in the pool up to our chins in hot water and look at the stars. Like this 😆 😆 😆

Sometime later – Deep sigh of contentment. I’m home and warm to the core and deliciously relaxed after our hot pool soak. Winter doesn’t seem so bad tonight. 🙂

Well, I became a grandmother at the ripe old age of 48!! 😛 I love being a grandmother though and am lucky enough to see my grandchildren often. I have grand furkits too, lots of them!! I get to trim their claws when I’m around and help when needed in the kitty boo boo department.

JJ, it’s raining here today, it’s like pea soup outside…dau wanted to take Avery to the pool today, but it’s not looking promising.

MS, that hot pool sounds divine. Nothing like being warm to the bones where it hurts the most!

So I think another cup of coffee is in my near future, the paper, and some old movies. Oh, don’t forget that today starts Shark Week!! 😆

Another non-mother by choice, so obviously not a biological grandmother. I could only become a step-one if I happen to run into a fellow with grandkids. And no grandkittens I know of, though some grandkittens I gave away might have descendants.

A friend has become an adoptive gran in that way…

Grandparents are very important in the social development of human societies
https://www.theguardian.com/science/2011/jul/24/prehistoric-man-helped-as-elderly-survived Now way back then, “elderly” could be as young as 30, as while the lifespan of successful human groups had grown, it was still very short.

Their knowledge was key in the development of memory, which made our species “fully human”.

I only have the vaguest memories of my paternal grandparents. My parents were relatively elderly for couples in the postwar era: my mum was 42 and my dad was at least 50. My maternal grandmother died in childbirth; my youngest uncle was one of twins; the other didn’t survive. Actually the baby boom meant a wide range in ages among first-time parents: we always think of the horny young vet and his equally frisky sweetheart, but the Depression and War years kept many would-be parents from starting families. My maternal grandfather didn’t stick around. My mother lived to be 98 but my dad died the age I am now (not yet a senior). He was a chain smoker for many decades.

Cusumano Angimbé