Laughing at myself

Well, really I must laugh at myself. I have been searching high and low for an envelope of my grandmother's poetry. I knew that I had it somewhere, but could not for the life of me remember where. So, two closets cleaned later . . . I remembered last night that I had returned the envelope to my aunt. But, before returning it I had scanned in Grandma Abbot's scrawled pages and had typed her words into a file. The file is tucked waaaaaaaaayyyyyyy back in the old drive of my old machine. We had zipped it and saved it to this machine when changing over. Mystery solved. Sanity returned. Two closets cleaned. Yay.

Got to play with the babies again at lunch. Ahhhh, the life of a Nana, I tell ya.

Isaiah looks quite pleased with himself, doesn't he?

Three monkeys in a bubble
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And, Ma Nature hurls yet another snowy day at us.
I was trying to get the huge snowflakes into focus, but nooooooooo!
Sigh! Anchorage has had a record snowy March. We are not too far behind.

Night all. Early day tomorrow.

Posted by Purplemoose at March 29, 2004 09:36 PM