The below conversation was between my Grandmother and I in early March. She had me literally loling the entire time, which was bittersweet as it was a glimpse of the past, my witty, incredible Grandmother pre-alzheimers. Immediately following the conversation she went to get off of the bar stool and fell, breaking her hip. I was too emotionally attached to the situation to post this until now. Ridden with irony and foreshadow, it’s now therapeutic to post.
Want to write a blogpost?
What are you thinking about right now?
Right now? I’m a bit cold.
What about now?
That I want to put this on because I’m cold.
Are you satisfied?
Am I satisfied now? Do you have a pair of knee socks I could borrow?
Are you serious?
Yes. It’s my own fault though, look at this summery thing I have on. I’m stupid! I’m stupid!
Please don’t put this on your blog. I would like to come across as being smarter than that.
Ok, what’s the most intellectual thought you’ve had today?
What’s the most intellectual thing I’ve thought about today? I can’t think. Intellectual, Intellectual. Oh, saved by the bell, we have to go to the table.