I don't remember a time when Grandma didn't have a bag of library books by her chair. Even in the days when she still drove, even when she still drove golf balls.
For the past two or three years, she's been waiting for the last book in a trilogy by Ken Follett. The kind folks at Parnassus Books let us know it's not slated to come out for at least another year or so, but recommended another author who writes epic novels spanning the centuries. Grandma loves those.
We have a date today to peruse the offerings at McKay's, and grab an early dinner.
I'm hoping we'll find enough to keep her interested for at least the next year. We had lunch together on Christmas Day and joked that although she's ready to go anytime, that she had too many books she'd like to finish before the year is out...or at least too many to read until well after she turns 95 in March.
Let's hope we all find something worthwhile to keep us going in our old age. I can't wait to fall back on Grandma's favorites...and mine.
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| Christmas lunch at Chinatown with Grandma |
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