Friday afternoon I ran a few errands for Grandma and had the opportunity to visit with her for a little while.
She was in good spirits, having slept until 10am that morning. I could relate, having slept until noon.
She'd asked me to pick up some pills and some juice, and I surprised her with one of her favorite by-request cookies, Keebler chocolate covered graham crackers. I also brought a box of four frozen creme brulee's. She was thrilled when I arrived.
I unpacked the groceries upon entering her apartment, and rearranged several other snacks in her cabinet so that she could reach them...and opened the pills so that she didn't have to struggle with the bottle cap.
She reported that she'd called Parnassus Books to have them deliver another book in a series she's reading, and I could see that she'd managed to read at least 50 pages already that day.
We talked about every day things, about her tummy ache the day before, about her excitement to eat the 2nd 1/2 of her tongue sandwich from lunch, and the fact that the vegetable soup they were serving in the dining room was actually edible.
Even though I didn't have much time to spend with her that day, having Grandma argue with me about her swollen ankles (she didn't want to put them up) made me happy, too. I'd rather have her feisty and telling me to call her a stubborn old woman (which I gladly did) than lethargic and cooperative.
I hope I'm a pain in the ass when I get old, and that I have family stopping by to pester me about my health and well-being, too.
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