This is an incredibly sad day. I have lost a dear, dear friend, a wonderful lady that has supported me and all I do for the last 14 years.
She held my hand when my father died, and my heart when my mother followed two years later. She became an adopted grandmother to my daughter and to Ky’s best friend as well.
She was Carson’s “Gramma Dot”, and she loved us all as if we were her own.
She was there with a story, a cup of coffee, a crossword puzzle or a game of crib, through more turbulent times than I can count, and when I was at my lowest, she pulled me back up and made me want to write again.
She was my muse and my editor, combined. She lit up my world.
I don’t have a way to describe the loss I feel. There are no words to say how much she meant to me.
Goodbye, Ruby. Rest now. You will never be forgotten.
They have arrived! Carson made himself right at home with the Cheerios… I don’t mind that so much – but he has learned to put his own boots on recently. He has also learned that Cheerios being squished under one’s boot makes a very satisfying, crunchy mess.
While Mom went out on the town with Aunty Em, Carson and I went to visit Gramma Dot. He went straight to her baking cupboard and got out the measuring cups (he also knows where to find the soda crackers, and is not shy about bringing them to Gramma Dot so that she can get him some).
As the video shows, the latest fave thing at Gramma Dot’s house is trying to figure out how to work the walker. One time, Ruby’s grandson put Carson on the seat and Ruby drove him all over the house. He’s trying to figure out how to get it moving now on his own, but so far, none of us have cracked and shown him how to work the brakes…
We had a good visit – Carson wore himself out, but of course, would not admit it. Ruby and I, on the other hand are tuckered enough to just crawl into bed now.
Sunday Dinner-and-a-Movie at Ruby’s last night was disrupted, interrupted and kerfluffled – but in the most fun possible way…
It was my turn to cook. I made a rather passable broccoli and cheese stuffed meatloaf, served up with home-grown potatoes (that I growed my own self!) and a can of corn – I don’t grow corn, canned or otherwise.
My big project for 2014 (aside from becoming “Independently Self-Sufficient”, that is) was to be able to feed the household without having to purchase any vegetable I could grow myself.
Actually, the garden was a major part of the “Independently Self-Sufficient” plan – I just knew damned well that I could only just begin the project this year. I could only plant the stuff, and hope that in a year or two, I had learned enough and grown the garden large enough that we wouldn’t need to purchase items like tomatoes, cucumbers, strawberries and blueberries, melons, peas… you know – the kind of stuff that people around here manage to grow in sufficient amounts in their backyards.
My main concern was that gardeners around here have a big one-up on me.
This is what I get for complaining about losing against Ruby in cribbage. I don’t know where her luck (er… talent?) comes from, but after winning my second game in about 8 1/2 years (!!!) against her a couple of weeks ago, I was very disgruntled tonight to see that she’s back on her winning streak.
Somewhere between Wawa and Hawk Junction is a little town called Magpie…
Sometime during the 1930’s, Ruby’s sister Darla, and her husband Harry lived there. In fact, that’s where Ruby’s nephew Satch was born 78 years ago, and he still gets a kick out of telling people where he originated, since nobody’s ever heard of it.
Ruby and I have been playing cribbage together since early in 2007. Usually she wins – lots of times I get skunked, and now and again she’s double-skunked me. I don’t know how many games we’ve played in all that time, but I know how many times I’ve beaten her.
One of those two times was tonight.
And tonight I. Skunked. Ruby.
If it weren’t a Sunday, I’d have bought beer by now, to celebrate. A whole case of beer.
I know, I know – somewhat of a disappointment… but I should be grateful she let me take a picture at all.
Tonight being Sunday, I popped over for dinner with Ruby around 5:30. It was her turn to cook, and she was a running “a little behind the times”, as she puts it.
Her back bothers her a lot more lately, and being on her feet at the stove must really be hard on her – so I was slightly dismayed to realize she was making a perogi dinner for us. She had to be on her feet the entire time it was cooking, and she wouldn’t let me help.
“If I sit down now, I might never get up again,” she said, shooing me back to the table.
There’s something wonderful about winter walks with the dog – especially on a Sunday afternoon, when it seems like no one else in the city is out and about.
We almost always go to the same place every time – a field across from a ball diamond just a few blocks from home. We usually pop across the road to the ball field, too, but it’s almost all I can do just to get around in there, as the snow is knee deep and Kaylee spends most of her time there “swimming” in the snow – which she LOVES to do – and is much less likely to break a trail for me, like she does very generously in the spot where these photos were taken.