My teenage granddaughter dropped in to see me Saturday evening just as it was getting dark. As she came through the front door I noticed the sky behind her.
Last week my mother lost her Aunt Edie and gained a great-grandchild who has been named Edith. Aunty Edie was the youngest of my grandmother's 10 siblings and, when I last saw her five years ago, was a very sprightly 90 year old, her only complaint being the doctor had ordered her to stop chopping wood! The cheek of the man!
I find it hard to believe I come from the same gene pool!