From an email from Bonnie, who, apparently, includes me amongst her "children" -- ah, the welcome blessings of intimate relationship:
I did talk to the dentist today about a mouth guard that stops snoring by keeping your lower jaw, and thus tongue, forward. Doubt it's going to happen soon since it will cost 1000.00 buck-a-roos and dental insurance doesn't cover it. I guess it all depends on how bad my snoring is bugging ny sweet baboo.
Grandma used to snore so loudly that I would have lawn mower dreams at her house. Then I would wake suddenly in the night and think a bear was roaming around the house looking for children. Now it all makes sense why grandpa slept in a different bedroom all those years.
I did love mornings and the snare drum solos of rain on her open beam roof and coffee brewing. Breakfast was a happy meal at her house. Eggs, bacon, hot cereal, pancakes, juice... she cooked like we were a logging crew. Then I would be walked. There was the "through the trees" walk where grandpa would instruct and expect true learning of all the flora. There was the "river walk" where he would tell the story of "the Columbus Day flood" and we would look for agates and jade at the shallow edge of the rapid water. There was the "share information about neighbors walk" where I was instructed about the demographics, occupation, talents or weaknesses of the occupants of each house we passed by.
On one such walk when I was about nine, we passed one neighbor and there were polite exchanges given, but outside of ear shot I was told to watch out by that house because he was a lecherous old man. I remember wondering if what was said was true, why he hadn't been punched in the nose rather than given a pleasant greeting .
By the time we returned, grandma would be hanging the laundry out on her square spinning rack. I had to supress the urge to run into the flapping sheets and twist all up in the smell of it.
The only down side to staying at grandma's was her absolute conviction that enemas were the foundation of good health, and she wanted healthy grandchildren. So be grateful that your grandmother only had the absolute conviction that children should be educated and you were religiously toted off to the science museum !!!!
Women deserve to have absolute convictions by the time they've reached the age and maturity of grandmotherhood. I'm working on mine, and I'll announce them as soon as I've decided what's important enough to inflict upon grandchildren. So look out. love, mom
