Now, I love my grandmother. And she's totally capable of feeding herself, dressing herself, controlling her own e-mail account (most of the time), driving herself around (hopefully the other cars are paying attention), and doing all of her old lady activities. Basically, she is self-sufficient.
But. She can be infuriating! Like a five-year-old, she argues with Every. Single. Thing. You. Say. I'm convinced she does this for sport. You have to make sure she doesn't eat expired food. You have to wake her up when she falls asleep in front of the TV and tell her to go to bed.
In five days, she is leaving to go to Tucson with another old lady for five days. They can old lady it up together and leave me out of it. I heard them on the phone yesterday (almost a full week prior to their departure, mind you) discussing the weather, what to wear, what they will eat for breakfast, etc., etc. I guess when you get to your upper 70s, you're not so good at going with the flow. Never mind that the forecast might —gasp!—CHANGE in the next six days. How dare it, if it does. These days, even the most uncontrollable things in the universe are personal attacks when they are not the way she wants them.
Again, like a five-year-old, it must be explained to her that that's just the way it is and life is not fair.
I, on the other hand, will spend my five days of freedom drinking wine and eating dinner—WITH CARBS—after 7 p.m. Maybe even after 8 p.m. (My grandmother is diabetic and never ceases to remind me that she has to go easy on the carbs; it's not that she's diabetic that I mind, it's that she thinks I forget that fact from day to day).
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