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Six Word Saturday: Puff, You Said This Would Happen 8/366

Peter, Paul & Mary – Puff, The Magic Dragon Lyrics

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Little Jackie paper loved that rascal puff,
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. ohPuff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on puffs gigantic tail,
Noble kings and princes would bow whene’r they came,
Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name. oh!

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.

Dragons live forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant strings make way for other toys.
One sad night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave,
So puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. oh!

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.

G2 who has been by my side every day almost since he was three is growing up. He turns eight in March so I knew it was coming.  He still loves his grandma but his world is larger now.
I went to Hamilton for an overnight visit Wednesday evening.  Everything was almost the same.  He still wanted to go for our penny walk, which netted no pennies but lots of information and camaraderie.  But later I noticed he was not at my side.
G2, I called where are you?
In my room playing Grandma.
Do you want me to  play too?
No, its okay Grandma.
G2, you aren’t playing with me the way you usually do.
Oh Grandma, I am more like (G1) now.  I am growing up.
Sigh.
On the Auntie Fran side of things I thought I would show you what we have been up to. Above is a sample of our art work compiled while we have tea and chat each day. ( I have no idea how to position photos with this site.)
Most often Fran sorts through her coloring pencils then will color a bit but spends most of the time chatting and watching me.
When we left our love bird story we had Fran who felt she was down to earth and realistic about her own unattractiveness and Uncle Jack who felt he could charm the world.
Fran had agreed finally to go out to dinner with him.  She says now she wasn’t particularly impressed at that first date but he was pleasant enough.  She politely declined the suggestion of another date and went on her merry way.  But he did persist.  I am not sure what the second date was but it was interesting enough that it caught her interest.  And that was enough to get her to the all important stage – meeting the family.
I mentioned previously that the group of nurses who traveled the world together stayed together.  When they arrived at a new place they all shared apartments.
Fran told me years ago how sometimes one of them would ‘bring home a man’ and then she felt compelled to launch into her lecture on such activities.  She told them that if they must engage in such activity then so be it, they were adults, but please make sure you do it on his territory.”
“You never soil your own nest.” A saying she would repeat again and again.  It was the sixties but ‘free love’ did not exist everywhere no matter what you hear.

Penny Walking

Penny Walking penny

We seem to have started a delightful new routine at our house, although I fear its demise is imminent, about to be quashed by that process called, growing up.

This past week, G2 who is all of seven, with endless energy and eternal curiosity about all things, was sitting out on the patio with me after school.

“Grandma,” he said, “Let’s go on a penny walk.”

Now being in the advanced stages of grammadom I still retain a modicum of curiosity myself and asked him what a penny walk was.  Having learned about money this week in school he had some wisdom to share with me.

What had he learned?  Well the first response was, “Always wash your hands after you touch money.”  Fair enough thought I but what else had he learned? “No one uses pennies anymore.”  Ah.  Now we are getting to the meat of the matter.

“Since no one uses pennies anymore, I think we should go for a walk and search for pennies that people might have thrown away.”

Do people throw away unused pennies?  I doubt it, but any excuse for some G2 fun and exercise, before he reaches the age when hunting anything with Grandma is no longer cool is a worthwhile adventure.

Off we went on our search, and what did we find?

Well we walked the edge of curbs, examined and discussed why pieces of cardboard, small screws, odd shaped stones, broken bits of toys, might all have found their way to the roads and parks.  We looked at some cut up trees lying across a yard, jumped to touch branches just out of reach, pronounced a kitten sitting in a front window as adorable, and declared a dead bird adorable if only he was alive, (adorable seems to be one of the words for the week), we did spins across park fields – he was faster and joyfully fell to the ground.  I did not.  We sat on swings, for such a long time, closing our eyes and describing adventures flying high above the earth, the color of the sun through our lids, being a bird soaring over mountains, and flying to the moon as we pumped higher and higher in tandem. (I was so informed that swinging in tandem is called double dating.)  He ascended and descended climbing walls with ease, and slid the slides.

He is now flirting with the idea of more independence.  “Grandma I am going to walk all the way home by myself.   Can I walk by myself?  You stay just back here behind me and I will walk home by myself.”

Every hundred feet or so he would stop, look back, then wave to me, making sure I was not too far behind.  As he was running up the street one of our friends came out and called his name.  He stopped and she gave him and hug and laughed when she saw me bringing up the rear, as it were.

“I saw him running up the street by himself,” she said.  “I wanted to make sure he was alright but I was pretty sure you weren’t too far behind.”

We found no pennies.  We found lots of treasure though.  I saw the joy of life through a child’s eyes and remembered briefly those long ago days.  No, I lived the joy of life same as those long ago days.

We went Penny Walking last night again and I can only hope we will again this week.