Supper on Tuesday nights.
It began a tradition that lasted for years, one
That had almost slipped my mind till this
Weekend.
My grandson, his parents and I had spent a
Grueling afternoon searching for an
Apartment he could afford.
Our route took us past the company where
Missy's dad worked, and where she, years later,
Worked as well.
Just down the road was the honeymoon
Apartment where Min and I had set up
Housekeeping more than 50 years ago.
Missy commented as we drove around the
Building, "I was probably conceived here."
She was right.
After nixing one depressing complex after
Another, the Lord answered our prayer.
We found a suitable place for my
Grandson to live,
Twenty minutes from work and twenty
Minutes from me.
"I'd like to have supper with you once a
Week like Mom and Dad did," my
Grandson suggested.
His request pleased me.
We settled on Thursday evenings.
I'll need to dust off some of my old
Recipes and experiment with new
Ones.
It's a new chapter for my grandson, but for
Me, it's an updated version of an old one.