Lipstick on a lemur. Where do you get these bon mots? Please do not slice off any appendages. Just keep writing. And of course keep the grandkid stories and pics coming! Cheers.
I, too, love reading the comments, especially from Caroll. I, however, am missing the ability to see each picture individually - the tiny little ones just don't do justice to your precious family. I can't imagine trying to help a 4 year old floss! Thanks for making my day!
Lisa, that's a good point. I wish you could enlarge the photos, as with Facebook or Wordpress. I'll have to look for ways to make them larger, perhaps assembling them in smaller bunches. Stay tuned. Meanwhile, thank you.
Lisa, I discovered that if I click on the tiny Like heart at the bottom of Chris's post, it magically "opens" to a bigger type size and all the pictures are big and individual, at least on my Android phone. The only thing I haven't been enjoying with this new format is the tiny type size and pics. Please try it and let me know if it does the same on your phone!
Loved all the grandkid pics this morning. I think I'll have some ice cream for breakfast (after all, it's going to be 100 degrees today...and if that isn't reason enough, it's a day ending in "y"). I also like this new format and am so happy to be a subscriber! For the first few days, I was pouting because I missed seeing Caroll's always delightful comments, but with the click of a "heart," I found this page!
oh I think you are on to something- make an official grandparent certificate that says we are fully qualified, highly experienced and slightly outdated Baby Care Specialists
I am so with you on the wedding cake situation or lack thereof. My husband has to listen to me complain about it at the end of every wedding. The next one is in May and if they happen to have cake, they’ll get a better gift!
Everyone who has been both a parent and a grandparent knows the slip between the two. There are many coping strategies, but an obvious, easy and seductive one is the "Us Against Them" or co-conspirator gig. You have no real authority except that of age (dubious), so why assume it? You go to their level and live there (a bit vicariously) for a while, bonding in the sudden juices of the forbidden, then depart, earning the future credit of preference (ie--"Mom: can I/we go over to grandma/ grandpa's and spend the night/weekend?"). you build a legacy of expectant freedom from authority, which is always a sure path to pleasure and what you want: you want them to want to be with you as much as possible. It's like "Most Favored Nation" status: trade builds long term bonds of mutually beneficial alliance, though each country has its own rules and interests. It's like ice cream: it soon melts, but you want its chill sweetness to lodge in the brain, which then yearns for a repeat. Like an icy Summer drink, you become a brief respite from the melting tropical heat of parenting. children learn that some(?) adults are just big kids, and that's something worth learning; and fun, though more than global warming assures the return of the parental long hot Summer, for there is a price for everything that often melts before you can see it...
Geezer here with another tip on type size and pictures. I got used to the new format quickly, the type size is very readable, and the pictures are to die for...on my computer!! I rarely read stuff on a phone. Instead, I can look at either of the two large flat screens in front of me. Works for me.
I have boycotted times for years. Some years I joined up for the express purpose of canceling angrily as theirpreferred candidates are announced. But I am too old for that as a new grandpa. Your owner humors me too. Thanks for this tribute to grandpa's love.
I almost can't read it anymore. But still grateful for all it did for me. Trying to hang in there. meanwhile, thank you. Congrats on being a new grandpa!
To "van Gogh It" is a movement. Similar to Lady Gaga's little monsters. Expression by expulsion, abrasion, even to jettison. Paint from a brush counts! Bravo!!
I have been following Vincent van Gogh's story for a very long time, ever since I was an undergraduate art student. Several years back, an ex-pat British woman who was living in France wrote a book exploring the events behind what really happened the night van Gogh sliced off his left ear. According to her research, which included reviewing the doctor's notes on treating van Gogh, which she found in an archive in Berkeley, CA, of all places, van Gogh actually only sliced off the lobe of his left ear. If memory serves, the title of this book is "Van Gogh's Ear."
All of that takes all of the joyous fun out of your rule-defying romp with your grandchildren. As to your being a poor dinner guest, any host would be honored to have a racanteur such as yourself at their dinner party, IMHO!
Kay, this is fascinating. I think I'll look for that book. Isn't there a famous portrait -- or self-portrait -- of Van Gogh with the entire ear bandaged? I never know enough about anything, that's my problem. Cheers!
Lipstick on a lemur. Where do you get these bon mots? Please do not slice off any appendages. Just keep writing. And of course keep the grandkid stories and pics coming! Cheers.
My morning is magically better now!
I, too, love reading the comments, especially from Caroll. I, however, am missing the ability to see each picture individually - the tiny little ones just don't do justice to your precious family. I can't imagine trying to help a 4 year old floss! Thanks for making my day!
Lisa, that's a good point. I wish you could enlarge the photos, as with Facebook or Wordpress. I'll have to look for ways to make them larger, perhaps assembling them in smaller bunches. Stay tuned. Meanwhile, thank you.
Lisa, I discovered that if I click on the tiny Like heart at the bottom of Chris's post, it magically "opens" to a bigger type size and all the pictures are big and individual, at least on my Android phone. The only thing I haven't been enjoying with this new format is the tiny type size and pics. Please try it and let me know if it does the same on your phone!
Great tip. Thank you!
Loved all the grandkid pics this morning. I think I'll have some ice cream for breakfast (after all, it's going to be 100 degrees today...and if that isn't reason enough, it's a day ending in "y"). I also like this new format and am so happy to be a subscriber! For the first few days, I was pouting because I missed seeing Caroll's always delightful comments, but with the click of a "heart," I found this page!
Caroll should be on the payroll -- if there were a payroll. I love all the comments and glad that we are figuring it all out. Cheers!
Chris, I am available and surprisingly affordable.🤩
oh I think you are on to something- make an official grandparent certificate that says we are fully qualified, highly experienced and slightly outdated Baby Care Specialists
Ha! I like that idea, Kathy. The price is right too.
I am so with you on the wedding cake situation or lack thereof. My husband has to listen to me complain about it at the end of every wedding. The next one is in May and if they happen to have cake, they’ll get a better gift!
Pam, thanks for understanding. Not everybody gets it. A slice of wedding cake with a cup of coffee (or brandy) is still the best way to end a wedding.
As much as I hate its use “ditto” seems most appropriate!
Joe Bruin Paggi
Everyone who has been both a parent and a grandparent knows the slip between the two. There are many coping strategies, but an obvious, easy and seductive one is the "Us Against Them" or co-conspirator gig. You have no real authority except that of age (dubious), so why assume it? You go to their level and live there (a bit vicariously) for a while, bonding in the sudden juices of the forbidden, then depart, earning the future credit of preference (ie--"Mom: can I/we go over to grandma/ grandpa's and spend the night/weekend?"). you build a legacy of expectant freedom from authority, which is always a sure path to pleasure and what you want: you want them to want to be with you as much as possible. It's like "Most Favored Nation" status: trade builds long term bonds of mutually beneficial alliance, though each country has its own rules and interests. It's like ice cream: it soon melts, but you want its chill sweetness to lodge in the brain, which then yearns for a repeat. Like an icy Summer drink, you become a brief respite from the melting tropical heat of parenting. children learn that some(?) adults are just big kids, and that's something worth learning; and fun, though more than global warming assures the return of the parental long hot Summer, for there is a price for everything that often melts before you can see it...
Geezer here with another tip on type size and pictures. I got used to the new format quickly, the type size is very readable, and the pictures are to die for...on my computer!! I rarely read stuff on a phone. Instead, I can look at either of the two large flat screens in front of me. Works for me.
I have boycotted times for years. Some years I joined up for the express purpose of canceling angrily as theirpreferred candidates are announced. But I am too old for that as a new grandpa. Your owner humors me too. Thanks for this tribute to grandpa's love.
I almost can't read it anymore. But still grateful for all it did for me. Trying to hang in there. meanwhile, thank you. Congrats on being a new grandpa!
To "van Gogh It" is a movement. Similar to Lady Gaga's little monsters. Expression by expulsion, abrasion, even to jettison. Paint from a brush counts! Bravo!!
Interesting. I think you're too smart for me. But you all are!
I have been following Vincent van Gogh's story for a very long time, ever since I was an undergraduate art student. Several years back, an ex-pat British woman who was living in France wrote a book exploring the events behind what really happened the night van Gogh sliced off his left ear. According to her research, which included reviewing the doctor's notes on treating van Gogh, which she found in an archive in Berkeley, CA, of all places, van Gogh actually only sliced off the lobe of his left ear. If memory serves, the title of this book is "Van Gogh's Ear."
All of that takes all of the joyous fun out of your rule-defying romp with your grandchildren. As to your being a poor dinner guest, any host would be honored to have a racanteur such as yourself at their dinner party, IMHO!
Kay, this is fascinating. I think I'll look for that book. Isn't there a famous portrait -- or self-portrait -- of Van Gogh with the entire ear bandaged? I never know enough about anything, that's my problem. Cheers!