Thursdays

Thursdays have become my most and least favorite day. 

I spend every Thursday with my two year old grandson Jack.  It is great fun and he's such a sweetheart.  We play games, read books, and he graciously takes a two hour nap so I can rest up from our morning of revelry.

What isn't so great is that I have to be in Dublin by 8 am which means I have to leave my home by just a bit before 7 am and drive through rush hour traffic on Interstate 270.  Lisa or Jeremy arrive home about 5:30 or 6 pm and I get to reverse my drive on Interstate 270 to Rte. 161.  Route 161 is a breeze so the trip would be fine without the exact time I am on the road.  When I retired, I decided the shop wouldn't open before 10 am so I wouldn't have to get up early any more. 

Oh, well, Jack makes the trip worthwhile, and I do it for totally selfish reasons as I want him to know his Grandma which he has turned into "YaYa."  So tomorrow, Jack and YaYa one more Thursday!

Recently things changed and I didn't have to be in Dublin until 10 am!  Hurrah! But tomorrow again I will be on the road at 7 am one more time.  I have decided that getting up at 6 am one day a week is well worth it and makes all the other mornings even more delicious!  See you tomorrow Jack.  YaYa is on her way.