Whew! What a week its been. Tuesday I had the pleasure of attending my granddaughter's first preschool program. Zeyda is just three and I am all already beginning to go to her events. Of course I have attended many of my grandsons' programs and anticipate that I will be involve in all their lives for many more.
Saturday I had a great new experience. I was invited to Marc's niece Cirea's quinceneara in Scottsbluff. It started with a Mass, then great food and ended with a dance. It was very elaborate and she had six attendants with male escorts. The kids all did two dance routines at the dance that where choreographed. It was a blast until I found out my grandson Jarret was in the hospital in Chadron.
Jarret kicked a can that had gasoline in it (in which he didn't realize) into a bonfire that was started out at the Box L during their branding. He has first and second degree burns on his lower leg where his pants caught on fire. Unfortunately he is a hurting unit. Jarret had to spend the night in the hospital and mama Jessamyn (bless her heart) stayed with him. He needs daily dressing changes and occasional debridements. It will put a stop to baseball and swimming for awhile.
Hurray, I finally got my garden in today! I am praying to the garden gods that it won't freeze, it got down to 32 again last night. I am running out of time though before the big surgery. I also did an antigrasshopper jig, as I did see some critters on the mint already. Thought if they saw me dance it would scare them away, ha! I remember trying to sway Brian into spraying the hoppers but he refused. He was a protector of the many birds that graced our home. So I will also continue to do jigs, curse and squash so I also can respect my bird friends. I will also invite our neighbor's guineas over for breakfast, lunch and dinner!