Birthing is hard…

“Folks, I’m telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.” ― Langston Hughes

I’ve been spending more time than usual with my grandma at her home while grandpa is in the nursing home.

Grandma asked me what day it was today. I said “I hate to tell you, but it is Friday the 13th. We will have to watch our p’s and q’s.” She asked me about the origin of that phrase and I launched into a description of typesetting and so forth. Grandma said “When I think of peas, I think of little green dots.” That was followed by her tracing p’s and q’s on the table with her finger, then conducting with her fingers in the air to the music on the turntable. She was content and happy, which is good for both of us.

I don’t reread books very often, only because there are so many I haven’t read at all yet. I just finished rereading To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, which I haven’t read since high school. I need to watch the film, since it is so highly rated and is said to follow the book well.

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