Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Well, since I last wrote, we have a new grandson, pink and plump, and because we caught a virus from the next oldest grandson, we have not been able to hold him or be around him.  I'm just hoping his brother doesn't catch it from being with us for over three days and nights.  I sleep with him, and luckily, my coughing didn't wake him, but it woke me.  Both my husband and I were ragged by the time we handed him back over to his parents.  Evidently he too was exhausted, as he took a 3 hour nap.  After we deposited him we came home and slept all afternoon, then watched a horror movie, Lighthouse, which was strange and powerful.  I guess we'd had enough of Secret Life of Pets and Shrek.  I told my friend that the morning we took him home we went for a walk in our neighborhood, as we were too sick to do a park, and our grandson kept picking up sticks that had fallen from a windstorm and whacking bushes, flowers and trees.  He was the proverbial wild thing.  We'd seen his new baby brother at the hospital the night before, and I think it had sunk in that his life was altered.  We abandoned plans to take him to his favorite place for lunch and battened down the hatches.  He finally calmed down and sat in the rocking chair with me as I read Curious George, Frog and Toad and other favorites from before.  He needed to be a baby again for a few moments.  His last hurrah.  Or not.