Grandma

Meet my grandma.

My grandma is 90 years of age. Don't make the mistake of saying '90 years old', because she's so not old.

Grandma is hip and cool.

Grandma wants a wii for Christmas.

Grandma went back to college this year.

And Grandma has a blog.

Oh yeah, she's all that. We go to my grandma's every other Monday. We play games like spoons and kemps and other fast-moving, highly-interactive games.

And she beats us as many times as we beat her.

She plays chess with all three of my boys and they struggle to beat her. She's a feisty gal who calls me 'hunsy' and my sister 'dandy'.

Just five years ago, she sold her farm, the place were Jon and I married. This farm had 24 acres in Delhi and there were gardens covering the main grounds. Grandma was constantly in motion with these gardens: transplanting, planting, redesigning, cultivating. She got up each morning to drag bags of mulch and fill wheelbarrows with dirt. Sometimes she was sore, but you never really knew it. Every once in a while I would know she was hurt, say, after she rolled down a mammoth hill while stuck in a garbage can or after she moved her freezer and refrigerator into different rooms. By herself. I remember once, after she had a bad accident, talking to her about taking a good soak in the tub and letting her body heal. She said she'd soak, but she would still have to get up early and go downstairs to let the dog in and out a few times. Since she wouldn't let any of us stay with her, I told her to pin the dog up and just let the dog have an accident on puppy pads or something. I'll never forget her reply, for I believe it is what has kept her so young for so long.

She replied, "Hunsy, if I let myself stay in bed one day, one day, it will be easier to stay in bed the next day."

Yup, this grandma is cool. Whether she's at water aerobics (three times a week), bridge, spanish, book club, chuch...whatever...she defies age. She looks it dead in the eye, sizes it up...and stares it down.