Gigagran

Nice! So I can call my ninth great grandmother, “Gigagran”




What do we want?

Grandboy (playing a game): Do you know what I’m looking for?

Me: Mmmm. A girl worth fighting for?

Grandboy (scoffs): No grandp… actually, yes. Yes a girl worth fighting for. But right now I’m looking for secret loot.

(We sing for a bit)




Zen cube very much

I don’t know if I ever told y’all the story of the black Zen cube I have. It was a gift from the grandboy.

When he was like 5 yrs old he wanted to try solving one of my cubes. I let him have a go and went off to do other things.

He came back later and asked me to help him. He’d chewed off a handful of the stickers. I don’t know where they all went but he handed me the cube and a couple of the stickers and asked for help.

I had a choice. I could get angry and try to find the missing stickers, then try to solve the cube without putting them back on, then put the missing stickers back on.

He looked at me with his big eyes and hopeful face and asked me again if I could fix it.

So I did. I removed all the stickers and handed him the cube. I told him I wasn’t happy that he chewed the others off, but maybe later he could use another one if he proved to me he wouldn’t chew my things up.

He had fun with the black cube for a while til he got bored and handed it back to me.

And now it’s a desktop remember that I can take an accidental mishap and turn it into a peaceful – and sometimes beautiful thing. When I’m feeling really frustrated I sometimes pick this up and fiddle with it, knowing it doesn’t matter if I “solve” it or not.

It’s always solved and always broken no matter what. Kind of like each of us are. That helps sometimes 😊