Last night Cedric's "Barry's got plenty of ideas -- always bad ones" and Wally's "THIS JUST IN! ROUGH WATERS!" went up. That was their joint-humor post. The non-humor posts last night revolved around a theme: write a book you have and that you've selected at random: Mike's "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang" (Pauline Kael's movie critiques), Trina's "Collected Stories" (Tennessee Williams' Collected Stories), Rebecca's "pigs at the trough" (Arianna Huffington book), Kat's "Rock Encyclopedia" (the classic text), Ann's "4 men, 1 woman" (Gore Vidal's Perpetual War for Perpetual Peace), Marcia's "Embassytown" (China Mieville's new novel), Elaine's "Left Bank and Other Stories" (short stories by Jean Rhys), Ruth's "The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes" (novelizations of Disney films in an attempt to increase reading among children -- this is a novelization of a Disney film starring Kurt Russell), Betty's "Lorraine Hansberry: The Collected Plays" (the title says it all but for any who might not place the name immediately, she is the playwright who wrote A Raisin in the Sun) and Stan's "The Best Democracy Money Can Buy" (Greg Palast's classic book).
Everybody worked so hard that I feel a little bad about my choice. But it was what my grandson picked and it is a book we are reading. (And one his father and his uncles once read.) A semi-regular reader e-mailed to ask about that. She noted that I was the mother of all boys and that I had a grandson named Jayson and one named Elijah. What about girls?
First off, Elijah is not the name of my youngest grandson. I call him that here. I watch him during the day so he pops up a great deal in my writing. I needed a name for him and one of our oldest community members is the wonderful Eli. So, in honor of Eli, I decided to call my youngest grandson "Elijah."
Jayson actually is named Jayson. He is also an adult and was old enough to give his consent when I first started mentioning him here. I have many grandchildren including some who say, "Granny, don't you dare mention my name! I'm serious." And that is fine.
But I have shared another grandchild's name: Tracey.
Tracey is my oldest granddaughter.
She is my little girl.
Her mother had two boys before Tracey and they were still under six when Tracey was born. Which led my daughter-in-law to wonder how she was going to manage it all. I told her, "Just consider her my little girl. I will watch her whenever you want provided I can play dress up with her." And my daughter-in-law got that because I really did think one of my pregnancies would result in a girl. It never did.
And I really wanted to have a little girl. That is nothing against my sons who are great and wonderful. But I did want to have a little girl to dress up and take her to get her hair permed or whatever.
So what ended up happening was that anytime Tracey needed a special outfit, my daughter-in-law would call and ask if I wanted to take Tracey to look for it. Oh, you know that I did. And, yes, I was proving my daughter-in-law (my wonderful daughter-in-law) with a little help by doing so but I will not pretend I was doing it strictly for the joy it provided me with.
Tracey finished college this time last year and it was a shocker to be sitting there at her graduation. Fortunately, over the summer (in part due to the poor economy), she decided to get her masters. So she is back in school and I can still say, "My granddaughter is a college student."
She is very smart and if I have not mentioned her recently, I am sorry. I did not write about the graduation in 2010 because I cried all the way through and will cry if I go into detail even now. It was so sad and so happy realizing that the little girl who had a front tooth missing from age 4 to 7 and was still absolutely beautiful had grown up into a smart and beautiful young woman.
This is C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot" for Tuesday: