My grandson spent the weekend. He had been so upset about my selling the house and downsizing. I think he was maybe imagining one of those teeny, tiny houses that are built on a trailer bed. He was amazed and pleased when he walked through my door on Thanksgiving and he said a number of times that he really liked my new home.
Now he is upset that I will be going to Florida.
It's not that I spoil him or anything like that, but we do have fun together.
There was a tree lighting in downtown Burlington on Friday night. We went to see the decorations on Saturday night.
A young man was playing Christmas carols on a violin. It added to the evening's ambiance. Dane ran to put a dollar in the violin case. We turned down a side street to go back to the parked car and noticed a couple of homeless men -- one pushing a grocery cart full of his belongings and one huddled in a shop doorway. It was heart breaking, but also made me just a touch nervous.
"Grandma, can we give them something?" Heart breaking that everyone doesn't have the compassion of an 8 year old.