Nanny

I think part of this story happened before I began blogging. If I blogged this part, sorry about the repeat. Nanny and my cousin were going to a family reunion in Kansas. My grandmother used to religiously go get her hair washed and set every Saturday but now she said she read somewhere that girls are to wash their hair every two weeks and boys every week. Anyway, I was washing and curling her hair before they left for the reunion. As always, I was joking with her about finding a man. She made the comment she would look at the reunion for a boyfriend. I knew she didn't realize what she was saying so I reminded her these people were her relatives. She laughed and said, "Yeah, we wouldn't be able to have kids if we were related." Yeah, like an 87 year old really needs to worry about birth control! Well, here is the connection from that story to her latest. My grandmother thinks she has found out what she has been suffering from and the whole reason she got her license taken away. She says she is suffering from Post-Partum Depression or in her words, the "Baby Blues". Her baby is 52. She can not except the fact that she is 87 years old!! My grandmother won't die from an illness or old age. No, she will die from something crazy. I can see the headlines, " 120 year old woman plummets to death when sky diving accident goes wrong". Mom said the other night as they were driving down the road my grandmother looked up at the moon and said, "That moon is going almost as fast as we are! Oh! It almost hit that tree!"