***************************
My maternal grandmother is 96 years
old. She is cranky, bitchy, and sharp as
a tack. I will never be Most Favored
Granddaughter because I don’t visit her nearly often enough, but I do get
credit in her world for writing her regularly. I search out stationery that is
appropriate for sending to an old lady who has outlived her husband by more
than thirty years, has been to the funerals of three of her ten children, and
even today can make any one of her dozens of grandchildren come to her service
at the drop of a pin and then I send her letters by snail mail.
Whenever I travel out of town, I send
my grandmother a postcard. She has occasionally sent me a letter referring to
my “globetrotting ways” with some concern that I am leaving my husband all
alone too much of the time and he may be seeking out other forms of
entertainment when I am gone. She has
also mentioned that perhaps it would be in my best interest to give her another
great-grandchild soon, so it’s clear that she doesn’t really understand me very
well.
Over the weekend, we got news that my
grandmother had fallen in the bathroom and broken a rib. I immediately felt guilty because I had
gotten a letter from her on Thursday and I left on Friday without writing her
back. We sent her a postcard from the Great Lakes Lighthouse Journey of
2014, but I’m sure she would like nothing more than an actual letter with
actual news from her tenth most favorite grandchild. But today, instead of putting pen to paper
and writing, I worked on my syllabus for next semester, pet the cat, and filled
out an expense report. This
procrastination must stop!
***************************
To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit to Quit.
No comments:
Post a Comment