Alas, No Roses To Sniff In My Garden TodaySunday, August 28, 2011
Yesterday Saturday was not an easy day with Rebecca. From the moment she arrived at around noon we immediately faced all kinds of confrontations of which I will not elaborate on here. Suffice to say we did manage to have a pleasant dinner with her sister Lauren, her mother Hilary and my friends Paul and Amy.
During the afternoon Rebecca (who was banned from using any form of electronics by her mother) sat at my computer and opened my blog. She must have suspected (she was right) that any form of reading is good even if it has to be my blog. Even my blog trumps putting virtual clothing on film starlets or messaging in facebook. She did read many of the blogs with a few sojourns (when I was not looking) into facebook zone. She came to me and asked, “Can I write a guest blog?” I indicated she could and I was almost certain it was going to be a rant about our ill treatment, etc.
As she left her pitch rose and Rosemary and I were both depressed and tired. I sat at the computer to read her guest blog (saved in Word) and just spot typos or grammatical mistakes. She didn’t make any.
I was most pleasantly surprised not to find a rant but a thoughtful essay that is wonderful and even tactful. She does not insult anybody.
The evening picked up after that and both Rosemary and I were proud of our emotional granddaughter.
Here are some pictures (even more unreal as I used Kodak b+w Infrared Film) of Rebecca many years at an Abbotsford Airshow. This is the Rebecca that I remember so fondly. It is the new Rebecca, the one twice as old, that I have to learn to live with, get along with and, yes, appreciate exactly as she is now.