I'm currently reading "The Story of My Life" by Helen Keller.  It's an easy read and one I coud read on the plane coming back from Ohio quite easily given all the interruptions. 

She wrote about her own extensive reading of the classics.  She read literature in English, French and Greek all without being able to see or hear a blessed word!  Amazing!  What's my excuse?   Here she wrote about her reading about Troy.

"It was the Iliad that made Greece my paradise.  I was familiar with the story of Troy before I read it in the original and consequently I had little difficulty in making the Greek words surrender their treasures after I had passed the borderland of grammar.  Great poetry, whether written in Greek or in English, needs no other interpreter than a responsive heart. .....When I read the finest passages of the Iliad, I am conscious of a soul-semse that lifts me above the narrow, cramping circumstances of my ife.  My physical limitations are forgotten-my world lies upward, the length and the breadth and the seeep of the heavens are mine! "

Well now I can say I have a bit of paradise afforded to me in the name of Troy as well. 

We have a beautiful brand new grandson named Troy Russell born on June 28th at 12:59 am weighing 7lbs and a little over 19 inches long.  He has dark eyes and a crown of dark hair.  He doesn't cry much at all.  He just squeaks so I call him squeaky.  I spent over a week sleeping in the bedroom next to Troy's and never heard him cry once in the middle of the night. 

We watched the movie Troy the night he came home from the hospital. 

Ethan, at first seemed uninterested but has since shown some acquired interest in his new little brother.  So far Ethan has not displayed any jealousy at all towards this new little member of the family.  He calls him "beeeeby."

So now I'm home after spending two weeks away in Ohio.  Glad to be home but it's always hard to leave family especially two babies who will grow and change so quickly in my absence. 

So now I'm the grandmother of two grandchildren.  I can hardly believe that.  Someone asked me if I felt old and I said no, should I? 

On the plane yesterday I met an older lady whom I got to hang out with, not only on the plane but also during the layover.  We had lunch together before reboarding the next flight.  She remarked after hearing that I lived in the Villages that I didn't look old enough. 

Ha!  Good to hear as the second grandbaby enters our family. 

God Bless Troy!