Knowing that I wouldn't really be needed for this conversation, I threw the phone on speaker, laid in on the ground, and did some sit-ups to pass the time. I might as well do something productive, because I was pretty sure the ensuing conversation, or should I say, talking to, would not be. She went on about this and that, not really sure what in particular, as I was more concentrated on keeping track of my sit-ups.
I stopped my sit-ups when I thought the phone call was over. I was ready for the routine goodbye. Not the normal, "bye, I love you, take care of yourself," but the "don't go out of a full-moon, that's when the crazies our out" speech. That, I was prepared for. What actually came, caught me somewhat off guard.
Knowing that there was nothing to be said to defend myself, even the fact that there is nothing but grass when you look outside, I kept my mouth shut. She wants me to shovel her car out the next time it snows. I guess she forgets that that is what I did last time there was an actual accumulating snow in early December.
I'm sure we will not be lucky enough to reach spring unscathed. So, I am sure I will have a chance to redeem myself when there is actually snow. I know I won't be this crazy when I am old, but she is my grandmother. Which means, inevitably, I have her in my gene pool. I am hoping, for Jeff's sake, that the long, thin hands and the long legs account for the majority of genes found in my little pool!
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