I spent a delightful day with my granddaughter. First we all met up, the two daughters and granddaughter and I, at our usual Mexican restaurant. But it had closed down!
We stood there in front of it trying to figure out where to go. We ended up going to the local family owned Chinese place that I love. The husband works in back and the wife, who I’ve become friends with over the years, works the front.
I can’t begin to spell her name. She is from South Korea and her name sounds like this: “I-sing.” She always comes over and hugs me and asks about Charlie.
After lunch Marley and I came back to my house. We created her blog and talked about photography and what she could write about. I told her to write about her life, which is what I do.
She told me she subscribed to my blog through Bloglovin. I had no idea.
I have an extra Canon Rebel camera much like the one I use that I found in the closet for her.
I also have a extra regular and zoom lens as well, but the only thing I haven’t come across yet is the battery charger. It’s a different size from the one I have, and hopefully I’ll happen upon it soon so I can give all this to her and teach her how to take photos.
For now she will use her phone.
I will teach her about light and angles. About capturing various textures in nature. How it often isn’t the flower in front of you that you’re most interested in. It might be something behind it that is the object you really want to shine.
I’m self taught and certainly don’t know much about cameras except how to put it on Automatic. But for me it isn’t really the camera. It’s more the zoom lens that can bring out the very feathers on a bird’s wing. Faraway leaves on a tree. The shiny rippling of water going over rocks.
Oh, we had a delightful afternoon. She played with Ivy and loved on Charlie. I was so, so happy to have that time with her. Now I have her phone number and she has mine and we can communicate more.
I think she will come over spring break and help me clean up the patio. I told her I’d pay her for her help. And I told her she could go with me to buy plants. Even have a little garden of her own here.
I ordered a Kindle for her so she doesn’t have to wait for someone to drive her to find books. She can choose them whenever she wants and sign up with the library.
This is the little girl who used to come to my house and play with my big jar of buttons. She loved those buttons and would scoop them out with a measuring cup and then gather all the colors together. Yellow with yellow. Red with red. She was about three.
I still have that big jar of buttons. I’ve been keeping them for her. The jar is high up in my closet and every time I look at it I think of her with that long blond curling hair sitting at my table playing with the buttons.
Her mother and my grandson came to pick her up. We had a good five or so hours together. And each one I’ve gone over and over in my mind, relishing the memory of time spent with my precious granddaughter.
I could not have been happier.