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By education and experience - Accountant with a specialty in taxation. Formerly a CPA (license has lapsed). Masters degree in law of taxation from University of Denver. Now retired. Part time work during baseball season as receptionist & switchboard operator for the Colorado Rockies. This gig feeds my soul in ways I have trouble articulating. One daughter, and four grandchildren. I share the house with two cats; a big goof of a cat called Grinch (named as a joke for his easy going "whatever" disposition); and Lady, a shelter adoptee with a regal bearing and sweet little soprano voice. I would be very bereft if it ever becomes necessary to keep house without a cat.
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Grandchildren
The far flung offspring and her family were here for three days this week. I don't get enough chances to see them and spend time with them. Visits to their home find me in a kind of satellite role, not really a stranger and certainly not unwelcome, but still a sort of add-on to their daily lives. Having them here placed me at the center of everyone else's orbit and made for a very nice three days.
The Teenager is three months into that altering time of life. Now taller than either of his parents, with a deep adult voice and a quiet observing nature. Doing well in school, enjoying language arts and math the most of all his subjects. In part the trip they embarked on was for his benefit. His mother rightly perceives that his interests and choices for free time will be turning away from his nuclear family all too soon.
The Pre-teen at eleven is still a young girl, with a slender wiry body and long ash brown hair she pulls back into a pony tail at the base of her neck. I sat beside her at a Rockies game and was impressed by her interest in the game. She asked very intelligent questions! She is interested in gymnastics and theater and brings a lively sparkle to her participation in things which interest her.
The Artist is nine, the quietest of them all but quiet persons usually see the most and observe most acurately. Both girls were intrigued with our cats. Grinch endured the girlish attention as long as he could, then withdrew to his hidey hole under the bed in the guest room. Lady returned their interest with quiet dignity. We realized not too long ago that someone in her past has cruelly teased Lady by tugging hard on her tail. We now know it was not a child. She was perfectly patient with their attentions and allowed herself to be included in their conversations around her chair.
The Commentator is almost three. His hair has the same strawberry blond overtones his mother had when she was young, but I remember hers fading by her first birthday. His still gleams light copper in the sunlight. Every action, every detail invokes a comment from him. Very engaging chatter for the most part.
They are wending their way home as I write this. By this evening they should be sleeping in their own beds. I have mentally tracked their van across the miles, and look forward to a call from them some time tomorrow.
The Teenager is three months into that altering time of life. Now taller than either of his parents, with a deep adult voice and a quiet observing nature. Doing well in school, enjoying language arts and math the most of all his subjects. In part the trip they embarked on was for his benefit. His mother rightly perceives that his interests and choices for free time will be turning away from his nuclear family all too soon.
The Pre-teen at eleven is still a young girl, with a slender wiry body and long ash brown hair she pulls back into a pony tail at the base of her neck. I sat beside her at a Rockies game and was impressed by her interest in the game. She asked very intelligent questions! She is interested in gymnastics and theater and brings a lively sparkle to her participation in things which interest her.
The Artist is nine, the quietest of them all but quiet persons usually see the most and observe most acurately. Both girls were intrigued with our cats. Grinch endured the girlish attention as long as he could, then withdrew to his hidey hole under the bed in the guest room. Lady returned their interest with quiet dignity. We realized not too long ago that someone in her past has cruelly teased Lady by tugging hard on her tail. We now know it was not a child. She was perfectly patient with their attentions and allowed herself to be included in their conversations around her chair.
The Commentator is almost three. His hair has the same strawberry blond overtones his mother had when she was young, but I remember hers fading by her first birthday. His still gleams light copper in the sunlight. Every action, every detail invokes a comment from him. Very engaging chatter for the most part.
They are wending their way home as I write this. By this evening they should be sleeping in their own beds. I have mentally tracked their van across the miles, and look forward to a call from them some time tomorrow.
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