Grandmaman likes my short hair. And when I told her I had gotten up at 5am to walk; because I have some weight to lose, she said, “It’s not your fault you had to take all that medicine.” Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Grandmaman is not upset about her impending demise. But I am. This is possibly because she is so optimistic that she thinks she can cheat death a little longer. I am upset. I love my Grandmaman. And I am not ready to keep her as a memory.
I helped Grandmaman take a shower after we got home from the hospital. Of course, there has never been any reason for me to see her nude before. She was not phased in the least. Of course, one cannot help but see another person while helping them into the shower. My thought was, oh, that [...]
At 2:30 AM, DD peed on me. I asked her where are her dodo pants (“dodo” is slang French for dormir, to sleep) which is what we call pullups. She said, “It was an accident.” I said, I know it was an accident; you were sleeping. Where are your dodo pants. She repeated, “It was [...]
So, last night I’m looking at my web sites and statcounter and I say to DH, “Hey, I have a reader in Ohio and a reader in Miami.” He says, really, and you don’t know who that is? I said no. Although it could be a friend of mine here in Atlanta or somewhere else [...]
