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Country Homeschool in the City
Apr. 5, 2009
Thanks, Grandma!
I like to play the, "Guess how old I'm turning" game with my Grandma. I think it's losing its shock-value though and I'm not sure what that says. Perhaps, "Gee, I'm getting so old even my Grandma isn't shocked at it anymore." That's what I'm going with.
Anyway, my Grandma called me because she wanted to drop something off for my birthday. I asked her if she knew how old I was turning (and DH commented, "You love this game.") and she said she wasn't sure. So I told her, 35. She did not even feign being shocked. Again, not sure what that is saying. Turning 28, turning 32, turning . . . whatever was always greeted with shock and wonder at how I could have grown up (she once told me she thought of me as her last baby. aw.)
Her response to this new year of my life about to start was, "Well, you are almost ready for menopause then." What???? Grandma!!! And then the, "you just wait" sort of comments, rounded out by some vague encouragement how it is different for some women, just like getting their periods, being pregnant, childbirth. I told her I remembered her going through it. I remember cardboard pieces in various places. In the bathroom, on the coffee table. Periodically, she'd grab one and start frantically fanning herself. I just did some quick math, she was probably 56. Since when is 56 close to 35?? Since WHEN? Am I in denial? humph! My mom'll hate this, but for heaven's sake, SHE'S 56!!
But on that note, and a warning not to let DS go galavanting out there with hoodlums, she said she'd see me the next day as she had something to give me. Fast forward to today, when she and my step-Grandpa (who I call Uncle Bernie and has been a part of my life, and hers, since I was about 2 - so forever - or at least when my going through menopause wasn't even thought of) came by to drop off 3 boxes and my card : ) Since I send them food sometimes, I usually get those containers back, so those were there along with some lovingly packed heavy items. My grandparents didn't stay long, we had dairy calf training and it was time for that and my grandma really doesn't get around well at all so she stayed in the car. My Uncle Bernie asked me how old I was turning and I told him and he cheekily said, "So I guess you're almost an adult now." Yup, I said, "And maybe I could have a family, and run a household." heh heh heh.
And what was in those boxes? My grandma's good dishes. I remember when she got them. We all sort of wondered why as it was evident she was outgrowing making the big family dinners anymore. I have a feeling my Uncle Bernie wanted her to have them. They weren't used too often and now they are mine : ) I feel very special and chosen and I will cherish them.
I think I'll use them tomorrow, but I will make sure to break them out the day I get my first hot flash!
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Apr. 6, 2009 - dishes
My grandmother gave me the china she bought back in the 70s... She has 7 grand-daughters and I'm not sure why she picked me to have them, but I love it!