Yah, well, see...that’s the fun of being the Gramma...I’m not close enough to bawl out! LOL!
At least the stickers nowadays aren’t as “permanent” as they used to be. The “lick ‘em and stick ‘em” stickers were a maniacal invention.
I had a vision yesterday that might mean something to you, since you had that peculiar health-insurance dream about us. I was lying down while Vlad was napping, and praying, and then I guess I dozed off, but some kid showed up with a nag (”Can I go out now? Will you tell Pat to get out of the bathroom?”).
Anyway, once I realized I was awake, I heard a dove outside. I listened for quite a while, thinking that a dove isn’t really me ... but it was the wrong time of day for owls. Then I heard the words of a song:
“Come dance with the west wind
and touch on the mountaintops.
Sail o’er the canyons, and up to the stars.
And reach for the heavens,
and hope for the future,
and all that we can be, not what we are.”
I’m not sure what the point is, because I’m not really a “dove” person, and the song is actually about eagles, but I thought, “Monkey Face would dig this!” and just haven’t had time to get it all down today.