Buttons & Little Girls & No AC

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You’re probably wondering what “buttons and little girls and no AC” have to do with one another. Well, there is no relation. It’s just what’s going on around here.

This is the red geranium that has slightly different flowers than my white one has. I think the blooms on this geranium resemble crepe paper. And there are various gradations of shades of red in the flowers.

I’m sure glad I ordered that portable air conditioner last week. Because my AC went out over the weekend.

This is the portable air conditioner I ordered last week. I’m quite pleased with my purchase too.

The Portable AC I Ordered From Amazon:

It was heavy and still in the box, so I texted Greg and he came yesterday to help me with it. He brought his two year old daughter, Everly.

Everly & The Buttons:

I put Everly at a table in the same room where her daddy was working on getting the portable AC ready. And I put all my jars of buttons in front of her.

Boy, did she have fun. I put a large glass jar on the table and she would take buttons out of one Mason jar and put them in the large glass jar. This kept her occupied the entire time, which was probably 45 minutes.

I’m so glad I have this portable AC unit. If I move I can take it with me. It’s always good to have ways to both heat and cool your home until you can get your unit fixed. I have my Duraflame stove that I can use if the heat goes out.

At any rate, I consider it a good investment. I like to be prepared. And it’s on rollers so you can move it about.

Everly’s grandmothers have passed, so I told her if she wanted I could be her grandma. So she began calling me grandma.

She told me her grandma died and it made her mommy so sad, and that her mommy cried. I told her that it makes people sad, but it would get better.

Playing buttons with her was fun. I had not brought out the buttons since Marley, now 15, was a toddler. What a wonderful memory that is, too. I have the photo somewhere online of her sitting at my table with the big button jar.

Marley:

I couldn’t find the photo of Marley and the button jar, but I did find this one of Marley around that age at the pumpkin patch.

My sweet girl, Marley. Bright-eyed and full curiosity and adventure.

Greg said: “I had no idea she would like buttons.” I said: “Little girls like buttons.”

They can have an iPad and every fancy toy in the world. But give a little girl a jar of buttons and she will be occupied for hours.

I had all the buttons sorted by color in different mason jars. Now they’re all mixed up and combined in one jar after she played with them. But that’s fine. They’ll be there when she visits.

When Greg and Everly were ready to go home (I took him away from mowing his yard) Everly reached up and took my hand. Then at the door she hugged me and blew me a kiss.

I told her she was welcome to come play with the buttons any time she wanted. I’m happy to be that child’s grandma.

Playing With Little Girls:

It’s always easier for me to play with a little girl. Little boys want to throw balls and roll around on the floor and be rough. I know how to play with little girls.

So I suppose now I have two granddaughters and two grandsons.

Greg’s parents were older when they had him. He was one of those babies that came along many years after his siblings were born. His brother died this year at age 70. Greg is 48.

I feel like Greg’s mother after having him as my physical therapist for two years. I’ve told him that many times.

When Kendra was working in my yard recently, he was walking down the sidewalk for my Saturday physical therapy. As he walked by, I told Kendra who he was.

She looked up and said: “Well, hello brother.” He said: “Hello sister.”

So back to the air conditioning. Someone came out yesterday but was unable to figure out quite what the problem is. I put a work order in for maintenance. They’re one man short, but hopefully he’ll get to me today or tomorrow.

If I stay in my bedroom across from the room that has the portable AC, I’m quite comfortable. I have the fan on my central air conditioning on.

The temperature in my apartment this morning is 76, so it’s still quite comfortable. However it will inch up as the day progresses.

Ivy’s Artistry:

I had foam brushes stored in the wooden box where I also stored the jars of buttons.

Ivy had a good time playing with the foam brushes last night. She took them out of the box during the night and displayed them on the floor.

This is my bedroom. She dragged them from my office across the hall. I thought the arrangement of foam brushes was rather artistic in nature.

Of course, as Ivy’s mommy, I think she is brilliant.

Speaking of Ivy, she was very good with Everly. Everly would gently pet Ivy. I guess Greg told her I had a cat, because she brought her stuffed kitty with her. She said its name was Meow.