Where has the Gweeds been? Well, I’ve been pressed into nursing duty; taking care of the Grams. Yes, she fell off her bike again. This time she rode right into a utility pole. She fell kerplunk into the street. She stopped traffic. I flew into the air, since I was riding in the basket on her little red bike. Fortunately, I landed in a lady’s arms. I smiled up at her, the lady seemed to be in a state of shock. “Should I call 911?” she asked. We both looked down at Grams.
Grams smiled a little smile and said, “No, I think that the only thing that’s hurt is my pride.” Unfortunately, she was wrong. Her glasses were broken and she was bruised on her right side from tip to toe. Also, the bike basket (my seat) was all bent up and the back fender looked all cockeyed.
Big Guy came back and peeled her off of the pavement. I hopped out of the lady’s arms and started to re-form the basket. Grams looked all shook up, but she was game, she got back on the bike, I hopped back in the basket and we rode (very slowly) home.
Once she was home, Grams laid down for a while. She tried going to work the next day, but she had a terrible headache. Finally, she decided to take the next few days off. I was running up and down the stairs bringing her Sudoku puzzles, yoghurt, and water. She kept complaining of a headache, but when she finally got her specs back at the end of the week, she realized that it was her spare pair that was giving her the headaches. We were afraid that she had a concussion. She said that she’s too hard headed for that.
In the midst of all this was our birthday. Grams and I share a birthday. She did get me a ‘hamburger’ cake.
I don’t know how she pulled that off. She never ceases to amaze me. People seem to think that since we share a birthday that I’m as old as Grams. But no mes amis, no one is as old as Grams. Anyway, we sang a chorus of “All Hail to Thee, Oh Land of Kong” and then “Happy Birthday.” Finally, Grams quoted Mickey Mantle, “If I had known I was going to live so long I’d have taken better care of myself.” A good time was had by all.
Now, why have I quoted that song? Well, that’s what Grams and I were singing when she crashed into the utility pole.
Please give what you can to Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders).
And, of course
(hewa ni hataraki: work for peace)
* I don't want to play in your yard,
I don't like you anymore,
You'll be sorry when you see me,
Sliding down our cellar door,
You can't holler down our rain barrel,
You can't climb our apple tree,
I don't want to play in your yard,
If you won't be good to me.