Birthday.
It's my grandma's birthday today.
Not any birthday. She just turned three digits, and entered the highly selective club of centenarians. I've now got a full century worth of grandma.
I was about to say, and what a darned fucked up century to have lived through, but the one before was only marginally better in some respects and worst still in others. She doesn't talk much about all she's seen, for a variety of reasons, but sometimes I wish she did. The Internet must be unthinkable magic to her, and the world must seem crazy. She's mostly withdrawn from it anyway.
Good going, grandma. Here's to another century.
Not any birthday. She just turned three digits, and entered the highly selective club of centenarians. I've now got a full century worth of grandma.
I was about to say, and what a darned fucked up century to have lived through, but the one before was only marginally better in some respects and worst still in others. She doesn't talk much about all she's seen, for a variety of reasons, but sometimes I wish she did. The Internet must be unthinkable magic to her, and the world must seem crazy. She's mostly withdrawn from it anyway.
Good going, grandma. Here's to another century.