She’s getting up there in years, but she’s still as feisty as ever. She can still drive herself wherever she needs to go. And, when she doesn’t feel like driving, she can walk without a cane or assistance.
Sometimes she mixes up our names. (She’ll call my mother by my aunt’s name, or call her son my name.) But it doesn’t matter, because whenever she opens her mouth, we ALL know who she is talking about. But still, she keeps her mind sharp … she may forget what she had for lunch yesterday, but she can still tell you what happened every day during the war, and how she and her siblings struggled growing up during the depression and afterwards. She’s able to hold a conversation about politics one minute, then switch gears to the latest entertainment gossip without skipping a beat. Although she prefers the classic fashions, she’s up on the latest trends (although she prefers to make fun of them instead of wear them.) She only wears running shoes WHEN SHE’S RUNNING. And, she doesn’t leave the house unless her hair and face are “made.”
She’s traveled around the world, (usually to come visit me wherever the military sends me,) so it puzzles me that she has chosen a small midwestern town to call home all of her life. Why stay in such a small town? Surely there are more exciting places to live … Places that have more opportunity … Maybe she knows something about small towns that we don’t.
She saves every penny as if it were her last, yet always seems to have enough to give the wayward young’uns in our family (and sometimes us wayward older ones, too!) She clips coupons like they are gold and only buys things when they are on sale, but she will not spend her money on cheap things.
My Grandmother Ethel Davis is celebrating her 83rd birthday today. (I know it’s not polite to tell a woman’s age, but she told me that she’s reached the age where she doesn’t give a rat’s @$$ what anyone thinks about her age anymore! If she’s comfortable with it, so am I. Wish I could learn the same.)
I had plans on spending more time with my Grandma in her older years, but of course, work and other obligations always got in the way. Now that I’m going to be in the ‘stan for a while, I feel guilty for not investing enough time with her. I hope I can keep my wits about me long enough to prevent the Taliban from foiling my plans. I’ve learned my lesson … When I return from the ‘stan, I think I’ll pay her a visit! Happy Birthday, Grandma.