My sweet little drummer boy

In July of 1986 I was 19 and preggers w/my first child. I went from 98lbs to 185. There was free soft serve ice cream in the college (EMU/Sellers) cafeteria. When term ended I moved to Flint. We quickly got a rental house on Oklahoma. It was “ok”. Good shady yard…ok immediate neighbors. On the bus route. My little sister came to help that summer. This week he turns 39. He earned his PhD in microbiology from MSU. He is married to another MSU PhD and they have two gorgeous beautiful boys that I am ABSOLUTELY THRILLED to be their Gwamma.

ummm... Yeahhhhh

Pete tested positive for COVID 1.5 days before we were supposed to have left. NO LISA. NO ALBEQUERQUE. *I* was sick for WEEKS longer than the good doctor. Ugh. SRSLY? FML. We did see the grandboys later. Danny kept asking me..."Gwamma why are you coughing when you laugh?" Jano got a B+. I gave Jen back her MS. It was super clean and a solid read. This spring's growing season has been a manic roller coaster. There. I updated this.

Springtime

My pepper seedlings are showing their wee green heads. I got a "thank you" token from YDL of a little planter w/basil seeds. They too have popped. All five hens are laying, even Padme. Giving eggs to Katie (Z's girl of 3 months now) and Anna. Ironic that if I had access to Matt's lemons I could make and sell curd and be RICH! LOL! It is windy and rainy and after Izzy's 27th bDay dinner tomorrow Pete and I are flying to Albuquerque to hang with Lisa C and Paulie for a few days. I am reading alot. Can't write. Absolutely cannot concentrate.