Reading

I finished reading A HOME AT THE END OF THE WORLD by Michael Cunningham. It took a turn at the end that I didn't like but it had to happen. No happy endings, I guess. I marked several passages where I found pieces of wisdom or just thoughts that I liked and moved me almost to tears but not quite. Olivia is asleep in the house. I sleep better with a baby in the house. I know I have to sleep to be ready for her when she needs me. This afternoon Olivia went to visit Mama, her great-grandmother. She calls her Mammo, I guess that is a close spelling of Olivia's take on Grandmama. She likes to go there to jump on the bed and wade in the branch. She also likes to write, play with dolls, and push a toy grocery cart full of her favorite things. She is never in a hurry to leave Mammo, waving bye-bye until the house is out of sight. Olivia also says bye-bye Honey to us all. That lets me know how many of us call her honey. She's a lucky little girl to be able to visit her great-grandmother. Passers-by would be easily fooled when they see Mama's yard. It has again taken on the appearance of a place full of children. And if they looked inside they would be certain that children lived in the house. What do I read now? I'm catching up with my Bible reading and by tomorrow I'll be back on track. Now I'm reading Ezekiel. Getting ready to read Chapter 37 about the Valley of the Dry Bones. Leah got a bad bump on her head today. Reminded me of the marble top table falling on her, scaring me half to death. The marble is still on the floor where it will probably be until Leah and Olivia are grown. I'm heading upstairs to read and hopefully to sleep.

What I might read: Kettle Bottom by Diane Fisher (for the second time)

What I'm thinking: I have so many books I want to read that I don't know where to start.

What I'm worrying about: My granddaughters and the trials they face.