The past few days have not been stellar, to say the least, but I can say that I am back up to about 80%, which is a darn sight better than the 40% I was at on Wednesday. Stupid flu. But you don’t want to read all the gory details.
As a result of my being indisposed, shall we say, the “to do” pile is growing. Laundry, kitchen, paperwork at the store, etc. At least I got payroll done today, for which my employees are grateful, I’m sure.
The high point of the week was a little trip out to Abbotsford this morning to hear my seven-year-old granddaughter, Emily, compete in a speech meet. She was in the poetry category and her competition was a group of about 45 grade 1, 2, and 3 kids. Emmy is in grade 2. After listening to a couple of dozen children, Emily took the stage. And owned it! She recited a delightful little poem during which she projected, she engaged the audience, and she had expression that would do any drama coach proud. It was a proud moment for this grandma. I couldn’t stay for the announcement of winners, but Emily called me this afternoon to tell me she’d won first prize! Was there any doubt?
It’s so fascinating to see those little grandchildren growing up and displaying bits of who they will be as adults. Emily, the drama queen. Caleb, the analyst. Joshua, the thinker. Reece, the risk-taker. And according to Kelsey, Baby Boy Cottrell appears to be destined to be a soccer player. I love those kids!
And congratulations again, Emmy-Lou – you will change the world one day.
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