The eyes of a grandmother

My social life is stretched to the max this week with two ladies' luncheons and one Avon event.  I am actually declining some invites at this point, just to have some balance the other way in my life.  One problem with so many social gatherings is they go hand in hand with food.  At the restaurant called the Plantation today I ordered the spinach, scallops salad, trying to make a wise choice that didn't sabotage my efforts to lose my jelly belly before we return north.

I did fine and the salad was good.  Only problem was I was hungry again before I had even gotten my check. Eating out is always difficult for me.  I usually go into the restaurant with the purest of intentions.  However, it doesn't take long for me to talk myself out of those or regret being too good in my selections.

Now going to Georgia's luncheon on Friday will be difficult, since she is my Italian cook friend and I know that everything will be delicious, but not necessarily on my list of accepted jelly belly losing foods. And the Avon lady is planning lots of tempting treats to entice us to buy. Oh my!

Observation:  I have noticed that grandmothers love to brag about their very gifted grandchildren who are always the smartest and most athletic of any of the rest of the grandchildren out there.  I know of one grandmother, who had only one grandchild for many years, bragged constantly about this amazing  child.  However, when her daughter had a baby this year it seemed strange that we didn't hear anything much about the baby.  Now months later we know why.  This beautiful baby girl was born with downs syndrome.  For some reason she just couldn't find even one thing to brag about this child.  Sad.

I also have a friend who has a grand son who was born with some messed up chromosomes and is blind and retarded. She is so proud of that little boy and loves to brag about all his accomplishments as if he was the most gifted child on the planet for what he has learned.  How wonderful.