Have we talked about my Grandmother?
Recently? Ever?
Yes. No? I don’t remember, and frankly, tumblr isn’t reliable enough that I could search through to figure it out.
So my grandmother is an interesting woman. Not a particularly nice woman mind you but interesting. She is a hoarder and has dementia. To be clear neither of these things are contributing factors to why I think she is a bad person, just important pieces of information.
She is also a bit of a wackadoodle. She has been as long as I have known her (that’s 23 years kids). I suppose the dementia could have set in way back then, but I doubt it. She is a stalker of Jesus. A minister for the Four Square Church.
I take her to lunch once a week and she talks about the most asinine things. The boats she wants to watch. The fact that she is working too hard. The time she drove to Argentina in 1969. The fact that she just finished burning a car into nothing but ash.
I’m not kidding about that last one. She was totally serious. She lives in an assisted living home because she wouldn’t shower or eat without being told she HAS TO, so even if this was physically possible, she wasn’t doing it. I promise.
I will have some stories for you about her in the future. I just want you to have a reference and to not feel sorry for her. Or you can. However, you like.