Oh Grandma

So, I love my Grandma. At 89 years young, she's quite the character, never failing to do something really amusing. For example, she's up visiting my parents in Cold Lake right now, and she did something today that involved a window, tea towel, and a dead bird.

I guess a bird hit the window really hard and fell to the ground outside. So my grandma and mom ventured out to see if it was ok. My grandma decides she's going to pick it up and try and find a heartbeat to know if it was still alive or not, and after a moment, she realizes she doesn't even know where the heart is located in a bird. So they set a tea towel on the ground, and place the bird on it, in the sun light to see if it would revive. It didn't.

And I suppose there's lots of scandal going on at the Senior's lodge, and some of it involves Grandma. There is this woman named Effy Butterwick, and one time she and grandma had a little squabble over a man. This man happened to sit at my grannie's table one meal, and Effy was jealous because she had a crush on him and thought grandma was trying to steal him away from her. Sound like high school?

My grandma also likes to neatly organize our plastic grocery bags by folding them and placing them in a little pile on the shelf. She also likes to darn our old holey socks. And when she's feeling particularly energetic, she'll stay up late at night cleaning the kitchen. One Christmas, she bought all her kids this Rotato thing, where you put a potato or apple or whatever you want peeled on a stick, and turn a handle, and a little blade goes around and peels it. It didn't work too well...

Anyhow, she's awesome, and I'm glad I get to see her this weekend for Thanksgiving.