never you mind, they are mine.

Hi Dee,

Well today I'm going to try and give you a few  stories, they are going to be short ones so maybe after you get a few  you can blog them or not.

Usually I do my thinking early in the morning when I get up between 4---7 and I'm sitting in my recliner waiting for my pain med to ease my back and all my other arthritic pains.

I guess I need to start (by telling my age) - 80 next year and my sister is 83. Betty will be in a lot of my stories.  My mom and dad were called fruit tramps.  They used to go from Watsonville to Yuma every year and work in the lettuce. Where they got that name from I'll never know. I don't ever remember them working in fruit. So our summers were in Arizona and then back to Watsonville and school, we were little but I can still remember it. While visiting my sister, Betty, yesterday she said, "do you remember the big milkshakes mom and dad used to buy us after they got off work?" Do I ever! We had to walk a couple of blocks but it was so worth it. They were in big glasses, thick and so good. It's funny how some memories are hard to forget.  Maybe just maybe, Betty and I are both on the heavy side and it started then. 

We both had a doctors appointment yesterday and Betty doesn't drive anymore and I still do.  We then go out to lunch.  Nothing fancy we either have a hamburger, chicken pot pie, or a fish dinner. We then take a trip to the Dollar Tree for our goodies for the week - you know things like chips, cookies, candy  for grampas candy jar.  We have even found flower pots there and we both like playing in the dirt so we are happy. We do most of our playing outside sitting down but who cares-- we are doing what we like to do. I have a picnic table outside that is covered with plants and grampa keeps asking me what I'm going to do with them. I just tell him "never you mind they are mine."   

Honey enough for now. Love you. Grama