A Week Gone By . . .

Under Construction . . .
I didn't mean for a week to go by before I posted again. But actually, it works out well for now if I post weekly. I'm still trying to learn how to do things to make my blog nicer; to get it set up the way I really want it (excuse my construction dust). But that's like waiting on perfection, and perfection is not something I believe in. I only believe in something/someone getting better. I used to tell my first grade class "practice doesn't make you perfect, it makes you better!" Again, excuse my "site under construction" mess as I add to my blog. In spite of how busy I am, I don't want to wait a week before I post. It won't be everyday, but a week is too long! Soon I will have my links to Twitter, Flickr, etc., etc., etc. And I will have photos very soon, within my posts!!!!! So be patient.

Joyful Occasion . . .
The usual happenings occurred this past week; work, seizing time to knit, get some rest, and do other things for myself, taking care of Mom and Grandson. Khalil and I spent all day last Saturday, and I mean ALL DAY, at our Chicago P.A.W.S. (Pets Are Worth Saving) shelter adopting a cat. There were two cats we loved. The one we didn't get was named Caitlyn, the fluffiest cat with the longest tail whom I believe could/would sit on your lap for as long as you would sit. She had orange (no kidding) eyes. But Khalil liked Hayden (both females) more. So I let him pick the cat we'd take home since I got to name his baby sister when she was born last December and it was a name (Olivia) that Khalil didn't really care for. I fought the urge the next day to go back and get Caitlyn. I didn't! But almost immediately, while we were at the shelter, Khalil renamed Hayden. Her name is now Sassy. I think he got it from a cartoon character! Sassy is so adorable. As soon as I can take a good photo of her I will post it.

A Sad Reminder . . .
I live in Chicago! Enough said. But we read and hear about senseless violence everyday, all over!! It really hit a little too close to home last Friday, April 17th. I picked Khalil up from school; driving, I made two right turns which put us on a busy main (79th) street. Minutes after going through the intersection there was gunfire. I'd made the decision to continue on to the McDonalds rather than stop at Burger King. I'd made the decision to stay on the bumper of a vehicle in front of me to get through a yellow light. Had we gone to Burger King and/or waited for the next green light we might have either witnessed the shootings and/or been in the line of fire. While we were waiting to pay for our McDonald purchases, we heard what we thought were firecrackers; saw kids running. Then with the rising voices, sirens (which came quick) realized it was gunfire. By the time we got our food and pulled out of McDonalds, I saw one boy on the ground, being held up in a sitting position, blood streaming from his face---so much blood---onto his arm, chest, etc. This 19-year-old got shot in the eye. He survived, I later learned. I also later learned that another boy was killed near the Burger King in the same shooting. I drove back around to Khalil's school and told the adults to redirect children (and parents) who might be walking that way. Father Bob mentioned the senseless violence during family Mass on Sunday.

Life Goes On . . .
Obviously a bit more cautiously, warily . . . Reminders everyday of how short life can be, how precious life is, but how we still have to tackle life head on! Isn't it great to be a part of the bunch who appreciates life, how precious it is, and not a part of those who don't value life. The dichotomy (if this is the right word) of two events---one speaking of life and it's simple life-affirming act/joy of getting a pet, and one speaking of life not being valued (the shootings) is not lost on me.

Beginnings . . .

Well here I am! Finally. I've always wanted to blog, but blogs just seemed to be so self-serving; the epitome of putting one's EGO on the proverbial pedestal. Blogs would have gone over well during the Me Generation of the 70s, 80s, & 90s. I mean, with millions of Blogs already out there, and more to come, who but your friends are going to want to read them, I ask? What makes me think that what I have to say will be so compelling (laugh) that my Blog will be the "must read first" of each day. Those already exist, by the way. But there is a wonderful appeal to blogging I have to admit. It can be therapeutic. Also, who knows? Maybe someone will pick up on it and want to create a sit-com based on a blog. Mine specifically, thank you. There's some sit-com coming out (saw it on Oprah) about Motherhood, based on a trio of clever Moms who blogged about being Moms. I mean who sees this stuff, out of millions of blogs, for them to tap into a blog and create a show around it???? Okay! But without us Grandmothers, there'd be no Mommies or Grandkids!!!! So hello. I hope substantial reference on this show to come is made about Grandmothers. If not, then MY BLOG should be the kickoff for such a show.

This leads me to the title of my Blog. I bet you were dying to know. A few days ago, while I was waiting for my 90-year-old Mother to get dressed so I could take her to the doctor, I decided to knit a few rows on a little Debbie Bliss designed jacket that I'm making for my Granddaughter Olivia (who's probably outgrown it at 4 months). Khalil, my 5-year-old Grandson and Olivia's big brother, was blowing bubbles and must have said to me with each bubble, "Look Gran'Ma." Those words stuck!!!! Like some Pavlovian signalled response, I stopped each time and gave him my full attention. Then my brain droppings expanded to think how symbolic his words were for ALL of the interruptions (large and small, wanted or unwanted) in my life that kept me from fully devoting time to the things that I love to do, things that are stress-busters, blah blah blah! So that is why my blog is titled "Look Gran'Ma." Enjoy