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My two girls are great mothers. I don’t think it’s from my model. I did a lot of correcting and lecturing about what NOT to do. Yada yada yada yada. I’m sure they tuned me out. Ada has summer workbooks. This one had a survey. She called, “Gigi, what’s your favorite ice cream?” Then she called Auntie Fleta and Auntie Laura. Fleta said butter pecan! Ada was excited and reported when finished—vanilla won! Excited about learning and doing. Ada and Greta playing with their similar fake glasses makes me smile. I’m thankful today for my two daughters. God’s gift, not earned by me!

The antiviral med has kicked in. Wow, I can think. I slept. Shingles is more than just a rash. It’s like an attack from a foreign invader. The pill isn’t making me dizzy. That’s the only side effect Siggie said to watch out for. Now, I’m not having the heart issues so I hope that doesn’t mean this has skewed my test. I know old people are so boring. It’s all about them….me. When we go to the bathroom. How much how often. Just like a baby again. Yuck. Yuck. No wonder everyone rolls their eyes at what elderly folks say. We’re infants again. All the unfiltered responses are one’s a young child would be told— don’t talk about that it isn’t appropriate! Good grief.