Landed in San Francisco yesterday to love and tend three Grands while their parents took off for parts unknown to celebrate their 20th anniversary.
Our joy at seeing each other shot me with enough adrenalin to see me through Luke’s band concert last night. Which, if correct, began about 3:30 in the morning, according to my cruise clock.
Awoke to sounds of children leaving for school and sensing that I was to participate in some way. Lily and Luke left while I searched for some sign as to where I’d landed. Basil came forward with hugs and birthday greetings and the universal wake-up call for a parent or grandmother, “I’m hungry.”
While he ate, I scanned the birthday love note left on the kitchen counter by Luke and Lily. After awhile, Basil asked,”How old are you?”
“I’m 76 today?”
After a long pause, he asked,”How old were you when you stopped going barefoot?”
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