"I'm Always Available for Manhattan"

It's 8:00 a.m., Wednesday morning. I'll begin my blog this morning and go back a few days. So far the week has been good. The wind is blowing really hard. I looked out the window and thank goodness the red sand is blowing to the West. When it's blowing in the direction of my house it is on all my floors and furniture. I hope I can live long enough to enjoy the nice clean air again.

My landscaping will be done this week. Bruce has done a good job. Next year I will have grass for our Easter egg hunt. I'm excited to have trees and grass. I want to stay home more so that I can get my monies worth. I think my traveling days are almost over. Underline the word almost. I'm always available for Manhattan. I dream about shopping in Macy's.

Nicole and I had our review Monday. Of course we couldn’t have done it without Cindy running the music, making costumes, and all the other things she does. It has been fun for me to have Nicole come every Monday. She taught my students to clog, and taught me how to blog. I told her Monday night to remember the night. 50 years from now she can tell her grandchildren how she tap danced with their great grandma. Times have really changed. When I tell my grandchildren about their great grandma Polly it isn't about tap dancing. Actually your Great Grandpa David Smith was the first in the family to clog. I was awakened every morning by my Dad fiddling on his violin and dancing around the kitchen table. That was after he had chopped the wood and made a roaring fire for us. We would run down the stairs and keep warm by the fire while we got ready for school. When we all clog together at Peach Days, I'm sure Grandpa Smith will be be bragging to everyone how he started it all. He will probably be up in Heaven dancing with you. It was so fun seeing Mathew dance again. I loved watching the girls.

Sunday was wonderful. Brad gave a great talk. The food was delicious. I loved being with all of you. The girls are all so pretty. It's like a fashions show. The boys are fun to watch in the lively basketball games. (especially little Michael) I missed the family members who weren't able to be there. We should meet in Delta more often. It's the first time I can remember that we didn't have to eat and run.

These blogs start out to be short, and then I ramble on and on. Goodbye for now. I'll write again when Nicole comes back from Spain. I love you. Grandma Polly