I woke up, was greated with hot coffee, and treated well all day by my kids. My mom was over, and we did not argue, which is a treat. I emailed my grandmother, and I feel a little sheepish, b/c typically, I send her flowers, but this year, I totally spaced out on it. But I don't think she cares. Zule, the kids and I are going to Florida this summer, and we will visit her in her "retirement community". She loves Zule, even though she suspects he's a hippie (given that he has three feet of hair, it may be true!) Really, the place she lives is awesome nice, but I think she gets very lonely. My goal for the summer is to email her each day. Her emails are hysterical and the fact that she is ninety and uses the email like a champ is hysterical. She's a dyed in the wool Republican, but all her money is from GM stock, in which her late husband, my grandfather, was a union tool and die maker.
Most of her emails are strangely formal such as, "Not to worry, the dinner discussions of drivel are not really getting to me yet, these Baptists need to learn to read the Scripture." I love the woman so much, she taught me to crochet and to play euchre. She even enrolled my sister and I in Vacation Bible School one year to repair the damage she felt had been done b/c we were raised in a New Age religion by hippie parents (or she wanted us out of the house for the summer, more likely). So once enrolled, Jacqi and I were like "yeah, JESUS, back from the DEAD!" and would giggle and ask to swim in the baptismal font behind the raised area at the front of the church. Day two, my seven year old sister escaped during lunch and walked back to my grandparents farm at the distance of one-half mile and refused to set foot in the Lutheran Church again. I feel certain she has kept that promise.