November 10, 2025
Finally some sweet family time.



 






Family time is sweet time.   It was Monday and Ember and Karen had a house full of relatives and food.  There is one thing you can say about my family, they have big personalities.   Zoe is so grown up, and is starting her world on her own now.  She wants to do art, she should do art, but feels unable to study art because of financial limitations.  Now I know that I spent 8 years of my professional life trying to council young people into college and into an area of study that would turn them on and help them get their feet wet in a chosen field of study.   This kid needs a strong outside counselor because she has brains and talent.  

And Eliza, at three, is already developing a huge personality with huge brains.  

She wrote a short poem about her little brother, Ethan today, I wrote it down in her journal, not mine.  That was silly.  But she doesn't necessarily want her stuff shared.  So I will try to be careful.   



Nice to be all together.  Margie's a great shape, Nathan is strong.  They'd had a good visit, although Zoe claimed she was too grumpy.  I didn't see grumpiness, I saw 18 ness.

Eliza shared stuff with me, her play structure that her Papa and Grandpa built, little wooden characters who answer important questions that her Papa made.  I need to watch the cartoon, it sounds great.   


And Ethan smiled a lot even though he was teething.  

Thanks guys for having me up, it really does do me good.  I smiled all afternoon and although I wish I were able to be more involved, I feel pretty lucky that you move over for me when I do seem able.

I still believe Ember is one of those people in my life where I have a tiny stitch in my heart that sews me to him.  I love him.

So 5 things that I am grateful for tonight:
1) Long relationships with nephews and nieces who feed my soul.
2) That all of my siblings at the moment seem to be in good shape and happy and strong.
3)  The pool, yes the pool and my community of pool goers.
4)  The ability to think in poetry.
5) That I am allowed to witness generations of artists.  Including my exceptional EJ.  Thank God you are in my life.  




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