I Have Become My Grandmother

I was hoping it wouldn't happen, but it has. It didn't take place overnight, but gradually I have become my grandmother. First, I stopped dyeing my hair and let it be naturally gray. Then I had to have my gall bladder removed.

It was a surprise to me when I actually started enjoying trips to the Dollar Store, just like my grandmother. I actually think they have some cute things there, don't you?

Next, I realized that I always have to watch the news in the evening. However, I knew there was no going back when I started talking about the newscasters like they are my friends.

Now it's my turn to annoy my son. I can have my own idiosyncracies. Instead of telling him how to get somewhere, I can give him the entire history of wh0-lived-in-what-house by where you turn, and it will be overlooked because I am officially old.

This past weekend one of my classmates died and someone at the funeral home asked me where my son lives now. It was such a pleasure to describe the location to someone who speaks my language! [You remember across the street from you where the Wallers lived? His house is in their backyard. Do you remember where Carol Beth White used to live? It's directly across the street.] She knew exactly where it was because of my points of reference!

What else am I leaving out? Oh, yeah. My memory is not what it used to be. I know God must be pleased that I don't hold many grudges anymore, but I have to admit mostly it's because I don't remember either what happened or who is supposed to be the target of my anger!

Now, if I only had some grandchildren, then there would be no doubt!