Grandma Ginnie

My grandmother made me cry today. She told me that when I was about two weeks old she was babysitting me while my parents went to the footbal game. It must have been just after homecomming. My dad was studying engineering, my mom, I think, was supporting him. She told me that she said to me then that she would always be there for me. She is 92 now, I am 47, and she has definitely always been there for me.

So my grandmother is very old now. I talk to her every week or two. She doesn't know how to use the internet, so she can't read my blog. Most of her children have visited her since I started it, and there is internet access where she lives. Probably she just doesn't want to learn how to use the internet. Maybe it is something she is afraid will make her want to stay alive longer. Maybe there is another reason, I don't know. Her family loves her, and she deserves their love. But I told her I would print out a hardcopy and mail it to her so she can read it. I told her it would be my birthday present to her. I hope it doesn't give her a heart attack... just kidding, I know it won't.

She was the one who gave me my wonderlust. When I was around 11 or 12, she gave me her French grammar book. It made me want to go to France. She has always been a bit of a rebel, and I know it is her fault that I questioned authority. She will secretly love reading it. Thank you, Grandma Ginnie.

Sold over $400 today. Was actually chilly last night, and had to cover myself with a towel. Its the weekend again, so I will be in my friend's parking space where it is warmer, and there are more mosquitos. I can't wait until all those little buggers die. Will keep a blanket handy, just in case.

Going to enjoy happy hour with Scott now. Thought I'd give you a picture of my bus stop. Must tell you about Edwin, the host at my restuarant. Another beautiful soul... another time.