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Lucky to have family and animals

I've mentioned my greatgrandchildren a time or two.

And I've mentioned my animals almost as much.

During this pandemic, I think I'm very lucky to have family and animals. I'm not nearly as insane from the selfenforced quarantine as I could be.

Daughter Dana is an RN at the dialysis center in Holly Springs. I rarely see her as she tries to make sure I stay safe and isolated. We live next door to each other, and now, our main form of communication is texting.

Actually, texting is my main form of communication with everyone.

I have been going to my oldest granddaughter's house every Tuesday to stay with Sissie (Ruby June, 18 months old). Mere attends Paul Mitchell, The School. Her hubbie Tim is an electrician at the TVA plant. He just finished school and didn't get a graduation or party or anything. He did get a raise, so I guess he's pleased with that. They stay pretty isolated as well, as Tim has a compromised immune system, so I feel pretty safe around them.

Monday of last week, youngest granddaughter Remy came over to get my dog Lucy. Lucy is a large, large, very furry dog. She kind of looks like a mix between a wolf and a chow. She's an old girl and has difficulty walking. Mere, Remy, Tim and Dana all thought that matted hair might be contributing to her problems.

So Remy came and got her to take her to a groomer Mere knows. I may have lost her to Tim and the kids. They wanted Lucy to stay and visit a while.

Tuesday, when I went to Mere's house for some me and Sissie time ­ she's discovered the Disney movie Lady and the Tramp and loves it ­ I found a houseful of people. Mere was at school but Tim was home working on plumbing problems. Remy was there, having spent the night to see the babies and her sister. Shepard (now 3 years old) was there because Tim takes him to school on his way to work. Mere forgot to text me and say I didn't need to babysit.

Shepard stayed in my lap playing with my phone most of the day ­ which is not like Shepard at all. Normally, he's your regular little boy, going 90 miles an hour. He and Sissie love each other so much, about 95 percent of the time. Although her favorite words seem to be "Not nice Shepard" at the top of her lungs.

Turns out, Shepard had a fever and a cold. That's why he stayed in my lap. He told his mom, after coughing up a lot of phlegm, that his body was spilling out.

Now, guess who has a fever and a head cold?

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