It is one of those days ...

When someone lives with you for several months, no matter hard you try not to, you get attached. It has been two weeks today that my granddaughter, Jamie (4) left for a visit to Elden and Columbia and has never returned. I miss her. I miss her waking me up in the mornings, singing "you are my sunshine". I miss her calling me "granny" with hands on her hips. I miss her sitting on my lap while I tried to work. Today Amanda has moved into her dorm at the University of Arkansas for her freshman year in college. I miss her also. I will miss the sushi, the soccer games and hearing her call me "Doof". In my best possible attempt to cheer myself up today, I have the music playing really really loud. I started out listening to Randy Travis, Big Smith and Andy Griffith Gospel CDs. I have just been walking around the house singing as loud as I could possibly sing. The dogs are scared. They have run into the bedroom to hide under the bed. Ok, well Roxy just has her head under the bed because she can't fit any other part of her body under there. I have changed the music to Big Smith. Burn down the house, 12 inch 3 speed oscillating fan and Trash are my fav Big Smith songs. Daisy has stuck her head out from under the bed and is now howling as I sing ... I'm gonna burn down the house and leave by the light of the fire ... I am not sure if it is my singing that is making her howl or if she thinks I am going to leave her in the house while it is burning. The music helps ... but when it stops, there is still the void of no Jamie or Amanda. Oh, and to make things just a bit worse ... there is still no new fall purse.