Almost midnight; jazz in the headset, Buck reading beside me in the Cloud, the bedroom fireplace glowing, Richard and Adele upstairs; Andie, Alex and Julia bedded down in “The Kid’s Clubhouse — and all is right with my world here in Asheville, big time. Lucky me, to have married a young granddad back in 1984. I wanted kids (boy did I) but it was not to be. Now I’m a step-grandmother to seven.
The kids drove in from Pensacola and arrived at 8. We ate lasagna, salad, red wine and a brownie. There’s hardly anything more wonderful than a big hug from a little kid.
We had an early Halloween party with worm guts and witch’s fingers.