I Want My Mommy.

Winter                  Waxing Cold Moon

Ruth and I went to see the Superdogs.  This was our third day at the stockshow.  She surprised me several times.  The first time was on the sidewalk heading to the shuttle.

“My legs are asleep,”  she said.  Then she added, “Sometimes my legs wake up when I’m asleep.  They go to back to sleep when I wake up in the morning.”

On the bus to the stockshow, she looked out the window a long time. I thought she was enjoying the ride, but she said, “Granpop, I want my mommy.”  Her voice quavered.  Uh-oh.  We were almost there.  I offered to call Jen and did so, but the bout of homesickness passed.

At the superdog show,  about an hour + into it, she said, “Granpop, I don’t want to see this anymore.”  So we didn’t.

We also went in the stock barns and after getting a bit of a way in she said, “Let’s go back outside.  I don’t like the smell  in here.”

It’s easy to forget that young senses are so much skilled than ours, especially when ours are 62 plus years old and had to live through a bout of cigarette smoking to boot.

Just another day as Granpop.