Ok so when I got home yesterday I went next door to see my Grandma. She is a very frail small old woman and my Dad has been making her count her calories so that she will eat at least 2,000 a day because she has been starving herself. She just doesn't really like eating I guess and she can't gain weight. But anyways....
She hugged me at least 10 times, (so I got my 10 hugs a day to feel loved) and she is just so tiny and boney. I don't remember her being so small. We were in her kitchen and she saw a wasp flying around. She was freaking out and yelled, "Where's my fly swatter?!" She searched through the kitchen and the rest of her house while talking to herself about how she could kill it on her own if she just found her fly swatter. Finally she got it by stretching and almost falling to reach it on top of the fridge. She wouldn't let us help her. (My sister was there too) After she got it she commented on how she just needed to grow a little bit more.
The wasp landed on a cabinet and she climbed on a chair to swat it. She told Tracey to turn her head. (Tracey doesn't like killing anything.) She hit it and had a mini celebration for it's death. It was still up on the cabinet so she took off her socks and climbed on top of the counter with a paper towel to feel for it and make sure it was dead. After a while she found it and starring at the dusty wasp corspe paper towel said in a quite whisper, "You aren't going to fly anymore now are you?" It really creeped me out.
So basically I've decided to spend more time with my Grandma. She's has been really lonely for a long time and we're all she has, well besides her cats... But I just can't imagine doing the same thing everyday by yourself and never having anything new or exciting happen. She's stuck in the past because she is living the same day over and over again. So while I am attempting to read all the books on our list I think I will do it over at my Grandma's house and watch old Western movies with her. I am actually kind of excited about it.
Friday, May 9, 2008 | ramble by groovybaby at 1:02 PM |
oh dear...
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omg I must meet this lady who kills wasps and then tells them they aren't going to fly anymore.
So I feel like a loser, because only you and I read and comment on this, but oh well.
I think that's a good idea about your grandma though. I bet she has a lot of stories and advice and other things. I mean, our lives have been so short, and we could go on for a long time telling stories about them. Much less hers which is a lot longer than ours. I don't think I worded this comment right.
You should meet her! COME TO COOPER!
You know what I don't care if we're the only ones reading this. I like it.
My grandma... yeah she has a ton of stories... she is pretty bitter about her childhood though so its kind of hard to listen to her sometimes. I've heard most of her stories but I don't really mind when she repeats herself... I feel bad for her and I think she just wants someone to listen to her.
I like when you don't word things right.
It makes me really happy that you responded to all of these!
My grandma has a lot of bitter stories about her childhood too. Do you think that is because they both grew up during the depression? I think all of my grandparents were relatively poor growing up.
I love our blog!
I dunno maybe. I wish I knew more about the depression. I'm so stupid!!
Well let's have a bitter grandma story off. You can go first.
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