God bless Grandma, the patience of a saint. The relationship of grandparent and grandchild is so much richer than parent and child because it's not bog down in day to day structure and struggle, I think. You're gonna be a great grandma, with such a ease as you find loving someone else's child, them grandbabies of yours are gonna be spoiled, spoiled rotten thru and thru...

Like you, I can waste away the day talking to some old people. I think old age has a tendency to amplify who you are. No pretending, no social restraints, which could be both a good thing or bad thing. Wise becomes wiser and the assholes become totally unbearable... I've known a few from both sides of that line. I wonder what side of the line we'll fall on in our twilight years?

When I was young and dumb, I was to busy off conquering the world to forge lifelong relationship, (Last I heard Claude died wielding pipe in Alaska). Stupid me, I left all that gold behind the things that really matter. Guys are wired different or maybe it's just me, I'm a loner, with few acquaintances, and even fewer close friends. Independence comes at a cost I guess, it's a proud word but a lonely existence.

One person's civil outburst is but another patriot demanding their rights be respected. If I remember the text right they called the cops on you that day? Wish ta hell I was a fly on the wall that day. Warrior Woman.

Courage begets Courage,

Action begets Freedom.

Rum and coke + bouncy houses, life on the edge, wild child. The stories we could share, I think one of the first texts we exchanged was about the invincibility of the immortal youth. Battle scars make interesting stories and wiser people we hope, (some of the time).

Sounds like grandpa whispering in your ear, love of music and all.

I'm self taught, play the guitar, the harp, and bang on the piano a bit. I know how hard it can be. Music is a form of escapism for me. Saved my sanity while I was in traction, and helped me tolerate the days of immobility. Lost myself floating like a butterfly between the tabulation bars, of that sheet music.

You should pick up a instrument, bound to be a natural at it. Then when you start writing songs that change the world, I can tell everybody I know you, kinda sorta...:-) :-)

God bless Grandma, the patience of a saint. The relationship of grandparent and grandchild is so much richer than parents and child because it's not bog down in day to day structure and struggle, I think. You're gonna be a great grandma, with such ease as you find loving someone else's child, them grandbabies of yours are gonna be spoiled, spoiled rotten thru and thru...

Like you, I can waste away the day talking to some old people. I think old age has a tendency to amplify who you are. No pretending, no social restraints, which could be both a good and bad thing. Wise becomes wiser and assholes become totally unbearable... I've known a few from both sides of that coin. I wonder what side of the line we'll fall on in our twilight years?

When I was young and dumb, to busy off conquering the world to forge lifelong relationship, (Last I heard Claude died wielding pipe in Alaska). Stupid me, I left all that gold behind. Guys are wired different or maybe it's just me, I'm a loner, a few acquaintance, even fewer close friends. Independence comes at a cost I guess, it's a proud word but a lonely existence.

One person's civil outburst is but another patriot demanding their rights be respected. If I remember the text they called the cops on you that day right? Wish ta hell I was a fly on the wall that day. Warrior Woman.

Courage begets Courage,

Action begrts Freedom.

Rum and coke + bouncy houses, life on the edge, wild child. The stories we could share, I think one of the first text we exchanged was about the invincibility of youth. Battle scars make interesting stories and wiser people, (some of the time).

Sounds like grandpa whispering in your ear, love of music and all.

I'm self taught, play the guitar, the harp, and bang on the piano a bit. I know how hard it can be. Music is a form of escapism for me. Saved my sanity while in traction, and helped me tolerate the days of immobility. Lost myself floating like a butterfly between the tabulation bars.

You should pick up a instrument, bound to be a natural at it. Then when you start writing songs that change the world, I can tell everybody I know you, kinda sorta...:-) :-)