Episode 44 - Mistaken Identity

I ran into another blog follower last night.  I hate that people notice I'm not writing, yet I love that they miss reading. Does that make sense?  DH told the follower that one day is pretty much like the next and I noted it was the 8 month anniversary of Grandma moving in with us. 

My original intention with blogging was self-therapy.  I think as it turned to entertainment (for others) I felt stress.... and summer brought other stresses ... which compiled with daily living...  found me no longer seeing the humor in Grandma's antics that I had previously.... or in much else really. 

I do miss writing and hearing from those who follow; therefore, I've decided to shorten my episodes in hopes of blogging more often. Maybe I should call them snippets instead of episodes... but that would require me starting over at Snippet 1... Blah!  

So....

Sunday while I was folding clothes, Grandma came into the laundry room clasping a picture frame against her chest.

G:  I have something to show you.

Me:  What's that?

G:  Well, I don't know if you have any pictures of yourself from when you were in high school, but I ran across one of me that I wanted to show you.

Me:  Oh I'm sure you have pictures of me downstairs.

G:  Look at this.  (she turns the frame around).  I don't know how old I was.

Me:  Mom, that's not you.  That's me.

G:  No it isn't.

Me:  Yes it is. 

G:  I don't think so.

Me:  Well I know so.

Grandma looked at the 8x10 black and white photo.  My obviously blonde hair fell below my shoulders and though Grandma's hair has not always been gray, it was never blonde and the pictures I've seen of her in her youth generally found her with a tight 1940's style perm.



Grandma at 18



G:  Are you sure?

Me:  Yes I am.  I was 16.

She walked away still looking at the picture. 

My whole life people have told me "you look like your mother".  Until the other day... I didn't know how much my mother thought she looked like me!

So ends Episode 44