In the cauldron of a volcano...
I love my grandkids. I adore them. They fascinate me to no end. They remind me of the way I was, and the reasons why I am the person I've become.They see things clearly, without prejudice. They are unique in word choice and language. They like it when I tease them.
They know how to fix my tablet and phone when things go wrong.
After our home burglary last spring, my husband and I decided to use the insurance money to buy something the thieves couldn't come back and steal.
I now have a brand new fancy hot tub on my deck, complete with a lounger chair, speakers, a smart-phone connection and an entire menu for lighting selection.
Being a crime writer, I was grossed out when the the red light flooded the tub and oozed out of the controls and speakers. I felt I was in a churning pool of blood.
"No, Nana!" the nine-year old said. "It's lava! Turn on the jets and it's a volcano. See? Now, we must call on our super powers to survive the eruption!"
I now sometimes choose the red light setting when I'm out there alone under the stars. The lava churns about me as I contemplate my super powers.
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