First Day

The first day of school is just not the same. I miss it. I can’t wait for the kids to come home and tell me about their day. Of course, I will ask them what they learned, and they will say the infamous “nothing”. I always laugh when they tell me that because I know better. I know that they are just tired and want to chill out! Their little brains have just had enough. I asked my oldest granddaughter last week on her first day how her day was, and she replied, “Boring.” Yes, no matter what age they are, the answer is about the same.

I spent the day with my five-year-old granddaughter today. She’s so much fun and says some hilarious things for her age. We went to town earlier to pick up a copy of a document for the Social Security office. It was such a beautiful day outside! There was no parking place in front of the building we were going to, so we had a good hike down the block from where we parked. As my granddaughter held my hand as we walked, I thought, Gosh, this is probably the last time I’ll get this alone time with her. She is the baby of the granddaughters, so all will be in school starting on Monday. She attends a screening day at school on Thursday, followed by kindergarten every day beginning on Monday.

I made sure I pointed out the buildings of interest as we walked down the street. The church where her mom and dad were married was along the way. Then there was the first capital building that later housed the Gazette when we actually had newspapers. I didn’t tell her that. She was born with online news in 2020! Then I showed her the bank where my grandma kept her money when I was growing up. It’s now an empty building. I can still remember the smell inside and how lucky I felt when I was allowed to go into the vault to put something in the lockbox with my grandma! Finally, we arrived at the building where we were picking up the document. It used to be the sheriff’s department and jail! Now, they keep the archives there! My granddaughter didn’t think much about the building, but she was fascinated by the big fountain right in front of it. She ran up to it and then turned to look at me with disbelief. The fountain was completely dry! She wanted to know why, so I told her we would ask when we went in. The lady told us that it stopped working two summers ago. A man from Cincinnati was planning to visit and see if he could get it working soon. The granddaughter’s curiosity was satisfied; however, she had to take one last look when we left. She wondered why they hadn’t fixed it sooner. Good question! As we walked back, she spotted a yellow car and said it was parked behind our car. She then relayed that she was glad Grandma didn’t have a yellow car. It’s always something!

We came home, read books (Pete the Cat, of course), colored, and she helped to feed the chickens and take the dog out. It’s the simple things that make the day great. I will cherish this day…

Later…