Numbah One Granddaughter walks tomorrow. Has been pretty neat watching her grow up; she's 3rd in class and they had to go back over extra-curricular activities & attendance all the way back to break some ties so she sits at 3.998. Home-schooled, local Catholic middle-school, then into the public HS system to proceed to smoke every AP class she cast her eye on.
Fine young woman. She is scary smart but well-grounded. She can sharpen her own blades, pull PM on her car, craft a helluva strawberry-rhubarb pie, read German poetry, appreciates from her engineer-like brain the low-wind loading of simple wire antennas (as she checks "ours" everytime she comes over after a storm), knows the difference between letting a bluegill getting aboard the hook & the "cross their eyes" hookset needed for a big largemouth, can tie a Palomar knot as well as get down on the ground & show her little cousins to tie it as well and is "all-in" when time to playact at the local 4H haunted house.
Peers & parents are all full of thoughts about what she should be. Fortunately she's just going to take care of 1st year undergrad general stuff first with a couple of scholarships she earned; she writes better than much of the BS we've all seen under a GO's signature. Currently her tiresome answer to all the good idea faeries is that she's going to be a professional clown. Said with her best poker face that usually shuts 'em up. Grandpa is like...
And, yeah, although she
was the first one, she is Numbah One.*
* Those who admonish that
"there aren't supposed to be favorites" will be completely ignored and are advised to dial 1-800-GETOVERIT.