This is the best place in the world! I love Wisconsin! Miles knows this...and I am sure that Miles also knows that he's going to hear me complaining that we don't live in the Midwest for several months after I return. Now, that's love.
I baked Christmas cookies with my grandma yesterday. She's a quirky old woman. Loveable, but batty. She has a hearing problem...but refuses to get hearing aids, denying that she even needs them. She always looks sort of inquisitive, so you don't always know whether or not she understands what you say.
While preparing dough, I chattered mindlessly about recipes that I like making for Miles and me, about how much I enjoy cooking. We paused for lunch, and Grandma turns to me, one eye lowering in concentrated thought, "Do you ever cook tah'home?"
I managed to avoid eating a single cookie, which is an incredible feat considering that Grandma typically inserts the sugar IV into your vein as you cross the threshold.
How much is admission?
That'll be ...
4 cavities and 1 sugar headache, please!
Apparently I looked ill or tired to her yesterday. I didn't feel exceptionally ill or tired, so the afternoon left me feeling rather self-conscious. After lunch, she kept saying, in a caring, saccharine, grandma voice, "Boy! If I felt as bad as you look I wouldn't be standing!"
Maybe ill and tired is just my look. The thought doesn't please me. Brenda salved the wound last night by jumping immediately and fervently to my defense, "I DON'T THINK YOU LOOK ILL OR TIRED! NOT AT ALL!" and then, more quietly, "will you fix my computer?"
