A full day of watching my grand daughter can only be described as exhausting! She’s so sweet but yet destructive. We spent time together in our pool, the larger resort pool, and the playground to keep her physically busy. Video games and TV were occasionally useful. She wanted to join my wife’s aqua-fit class where the noodles were flying. It was rough water for a going on four-year old. We’ll do it all again tomorrow.

We all started the day about an hour early by prepping for dinner. When my son gets done with jury duty, we’ll grill the pork chops that have been marinating all day in sugar and brine. We also need to hang a chandelier that’s sitting on the floor with delicate crystals that she can’t stay away from despite the warnings. Her name is Nora but I think “Ignora” describes her better. I’ve been a grumpy old man all day, trying to keep her out of trouble.

Basketball started too late last night. Mounting a towel rack also tried my patience. The early start and dramatic variation from the routine is wearing on my tolerance as I truly feel seventy-years old. I never was a good parent even in my prime years. Babysitting is not one of my better qualities, but I knew that moving nearby my grandkids rather than 3,000 miles away would result in some inconvenience and disruption.