Four generations

We were four generations at church this morning. Mama, me, John Michael, and Olivia. We range in age from 85 to almost 2. Olivia played in my purse during most of the service. She wadded up the bills and dropped the change on the floor. The chewing gum was hot in her mouth but she wanted 2 pieces which she spit out into a baby wipe. How could we live without baby wipes? She had a really good time with a toothpick she found in my purse. I'm sure the people behind us had fun watching her. Olivia always enjoys the music and she wasn't interested in anything else during the whole music service. With  both the choir and orchestra she had lots of good music to hear. After church we ate Mexican food. But first we stopped at McDonald's for french fries for Olivia. She ate chips too. We had fajitas which were mighty fine. Olivia wanted to visit Mammo, which is what she has named her great-grandmother. So they listened to music, Olivia jumped on the bed and played with her toys. Mama's house is quickly taking on the appearance of a house with children, which it has always been. My stress level is high tonight. I can't seem to get calm. Maybe some quiet music and something calm to read will help. John Wayne is in Louisville until Wednesday attending the KY Rural Water Association meeting. In October we go to Biloxi to the national conference. The sunshine wasn't right for making pictures. Hopefully I can get some shots this week on the road going from Hartford to Livermore. I saw 2 houses that are just perfect. The larger of the two has curtains in the windows and the lawn has been tended. I wonder what stories it will tell me. I didn't get all of my walking done today. Maybe I'll be ambitious and walk early in the morning. Maybe not.

What I'm reading: Kettle Bottom by Diane Fisher

What worries me: John Michael

Who I miss: Susan

Where I would like to be: Jerusalem