Seeing My Grandma

Next month we visit my grandma. I anticipate visiting her, even if she has become a little obstinate in her later years. I won’t embarrass her by divulging her age, but let’s just say she is a lady with thoroughly seasoned wisdom.

The last time I saw her I brought my yamaha keyboard so I could play her some music. She enjoyed it, but unfortunately since she’s not entirely there, she kept disrupting me to ask me how to clean computer screen. Yes, she really uses a computer. And maybe she was interrupting me because I’m simply that weak at playing the keyboard.

I always see something puzzling at her place when I see her. Last time, I discovered several books on penny stocks on her cocktail table. My grandma learning about penny stock trading? That is bizarre. I wonder what I’ll discover on her cocktail table this time.

This time will make for an active sojourn. I must put in her new Emtek door knobs and air conditioner filters then fix her garden cart. I likewise have to bring her old pots and pans to charity because she recently bought a fresh collection of pots and pans to supplant them. As a reward, she claims to also have purchased the best of the cheapest ice cream makers and the greatest of all the electic coffee makers. I’m thankful, but I also must laugh softly as she invariably claims to have or use only the greatest of this or that.

If everything proceeds well, she’ll use both to serve me some sweet java at dawn and ice cream in the evening. This sounds like more than reward enough for my assistance. I am glad to assist her for nothing, but a little robust java and sweat ice cream does not hurt.