I called Gam this morning. She’s in good ninja spirits. Samurai, even.
“It’s been a good day so far,” she proudly reports. “I had a delightful breakfast. Somebody hung a cake on my doorknob, so I ate the whole thing.”
“A cake? On your doorknob?”
She takes the are you stupid tone. “Well they’re not going to fit underneath it.”
I smile. Of course not.
“Actually there were three cakes on my doorknob today. But I only ate one. People here are trying to fatten me up.”
I think it’s a beautiful thing to live in a world where your neighbors tie cakes to your door and you don’t question whether or not they’ve been poisoned-and where you can forgive the copious amounts of cat hair baked into every bite.
She asks what I’m doing today, and I tell her I’m going to go for a run because its mid-sixties and beautiful and not a cloud in the sky. She tells me Colorado has “doppy” weather–whatever that means.
Then I mention that I’m going to wedding this evening, and she gets very excited.
“Oh, what big fun! What are you wearing to the wedding?!”
I honestly haven’t figured that out yet. So I make something up.
“I think I might wear this black dress I have. Its kinda like the one Audrey Hepburn wore in Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”
“Ohhhh….I love that movie. She wore a hat with that dress–you got a hat?
“No Gam. No hat.”
“Well promise me you’ll wear your hair down? I don’t like it when you wear your hair all snatched back. Bleh.”
I smile and roll my eyes. Always honest. But seriously–what girl wouldn’t kill for a pal that will be that honest with you?
Like the time she told me I needed to bangs because my forehead was too big, or that I needed to learn how to properly work my Polish nose? Or when I was wrestling with an eating disorder–the evening when she quietly wrapped an arm around my waist and whispered in my ear that perhaps we both needed to gain some weight, and that she would help and we’d do it together?
I’m thankful. Ok, maybe I could do without the “bleh” sound effects. But I’m thankful.
“Did you hear me, Jennifer? Don’t wear it up! Ever!”
“I’ll wear it down tonight. Heck, I might even curl it.”
“Jenny, Jesus curled my hair this morning.”
(Oh boy. Here we go.)
“Well you know I can’t see to put my hair up in rollers. But this morning, it got up–chess, it did. I just took a piece of hair and said ‘Lord, help me with this one?’ and he did. And then I took enough piece of hair and said ‘Lord, help me with this one, too?’ and sure enough–Loretta came in to give me my belly-shot, and she said ‘Wow, Pat–how did you get your hair up so perfectly in those rollers?’ and I put my hands in the air and said ‘Thank you Jesus, thank you Lord, for my beautiful hairdo!’
Thank you Jesus, thank you Lord, for doing hair. That definitely falls into the other-duties-as-assigned category. And for “doppy” weather.
And mostly for giving me a ninja for a grandma.