I was invited over to my daughter Robyn`s house this afternoon for supper. It`s her birthday, and her husband, Dennis, is out of town at a training. When I got up this morning, I was feeling pretty good. I decided to address her and do for lunch instead. I didn`t sleep much last night, so I was afraid I`d be dead by the sentence the late afternoon rolled around. She was fine with that, so I headed out about 9:00.
I also packed up my laundry and brought it with me. She`s got the cheapest laundromat around. 
They were alleged to make an in ground swimming pool installed beginning this week, but with all the rain the only progress has been to get the digging machines there. Robyn and Dennis were also granted an abstract of their pool and told to put it where they wanted it. I acknowledge it doesn`t feel like much now, but I`m going to enjoy watching the transformation. I`m thinking I`m also going to love some swimming this summer when I do to do laundry. Sure beats a mucky old pond! (it`s release to be a heated pool
My sister thinks they`re crazy to put in a pond in this climate, but I recollect having a little above ground pool in upstate New York when the kids were young. It was a life saver for me, and the kids loved it. We didn`t have air conditioning, and when it got hot, I joined them in the pond to cool down. I think I was a more volatile person then, and it just calmed us all down.
This morning was a really interesting time. As I stepped outside to study the image of the pool area, the door somehow locked behind me. When I knocked on the door, nobody answered. It turns out, Robyn was in the bathroom, and the kids kept barging in on her. Then the youngest, Phoebe, began screaming bloody murder. Eventually, Robyn opened the doorway and ran second to the bathroom. I decided to see why Phoebe was weeping so hard. Turns out she was wearing one of the Mardi Gras necklaces I had sent them, and it got hung up on the small door into the playhouse. Being just under two years, she couldn`t figure out how to get it off of her neck, so of course, she screamed instead. It took some work, but I got her loose. She doesn`t love me well enough yet to allow me to blame her up and console her, so she ran crying through the house looking for her mother. She is a real mama`s girl at this point.
When Robyn returned, she gathered up Phoebe, and so her sister, Avery fell low and cracked her mind on a chair. Oh my! What a wild few minutes it was. 
For you grandmother types out there, here is a show of Avery, aged three. Don`t you only enjoy the chalk smeared on her face?
This is Phoebe after she calmed down. I`m thinking these two may play quite a character in my pictures this summer.
Thanks for stopping by_ talking to you later, Judy
P.S. I can`t think I make a daughter 37 years old! Where does the sentence go?
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