Holly, Bevan and the girls are somewhere over the Pacific right now winging their way to Hawaii. They left DFW at 6:00 this morning. I took them to the Hyatt, which is located right inside the airport, last evening. Â
DFW intimidates me every time I go there. Somehow, I always manage to find my way back to the main highway, but I am nervous until I do. It is so huge, and the roads wind like snakes from one terminal to the next.Â
We had the SUV loaded to its limit, including two very large golf travel bags, containing Bevan's, Holly's and Kenzie's golf clubs. Holly plays some just to spend time with Bevan--otherwise, she would see little of him on vacation--and he is determined that at least one of his children will be a golfer. Bailey let him know early on that she had NO interest, so he began indoctrinating Kenzie. He had her playing in tournaments last summer. I personally don't see her becoming the next Nancy Lopez; but stranger things have happened.
As for Holly, she has dreams of another Shannon Miller. She has Little Buddy on a gymnastics team. She had a meet just this past Saturday, in fact. Kenzie seems to enjoy the gymnastic meets far more than the golf tournaments. However, if she is as tall as Bailey; and I personally think she may be taller, since she has a bigger bone structure, there goes Holly's hope for an Olympic medalist in gymnastics. Bailey still takes tumbling; but her height makes her too tall for a team.
As for me, I have been busy this past week with some pressing personal matters as well as a couple of great books that have kept me from the computer. Things will be quiet this week; but next week Taylor is coming to spend his Spring Break with me.Â
This will probably be our last time for just the two of us to be together as he graduates from high school in May. He will be working all summer; then, he leaves for college in Utah in August.Â
He has been accepted as this small university in Salt Lake which offers a degree in computer animation, which is what he has planned for his major for quite some time. He wants to be a video gaming designer; and this school supposedly is the best for that. He is determined to attend it, as it offers "on-hands" designing opportunities at nearby tech locations.
I don't know how he will like the people there, as he will be among Mormons, about whom he knows nothing.  I must say that the Mormons I have known have always been warm, wonderful people, excepting their missionaries, of course, who can be just a bit too "enthusiastic" for my taste.
The only thing that worries me is that he will meet some cute Mormon girl and fall in love with her. I don't mean to sound prejudiced; but the Mormon religion is eons away from our faith in which he has been reared. He's going to experience enough of a culture shock just realizing that 99 per cent of the people he meets are Mormons.
Anyway, I think it's sweet that he wants to spend a week just with me, since Holly and family will still be in Hawaii.
Then, it could be that he'd rather hang out with me than paint, since Kenna and Matthew will be repainting their house next week as well as shampooing their carpets.
Ah, well, we grandmothers take what we can get, regardless of the reasons why!!
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