Last week it seems my grand­mother fell and cracked her tail bone. No one told me. I’m am very unhappy about that. My sis­ter told me last night at the VCMA prac­tice. I had stopped by my grandparent’s house last night before prac­tice, but no one was home. I then stopped over at one of my sister’s apart­ments, no one home. Then I went ot another sister’s apart­ment, no one home. I though it strange, but let it go.

Then prac­tice started, my youngest sis­ter showed up (she plays sax­o­phone in the band), and told me the news. On the drive back to my mother’s to drop her off (I don’t get out of the car), my grand­fa­ther called me. I asked if they were going to be awake, he said yes, so I rushed over there.

My grand­mother seems fine, that I’m very happy for. My youngest sis­ter has now be given explicit instruc­tions to call me me imme­di­ately any time if she hears that some­thing has hap­pened to either of my grand­par­ents. My mother wants to give me a cra­dle that my great Aunt Doris (pic­tured below feed­ing me) bought for me as a baby.  I’ll take it, she can leave it at my grandparent’s house and I will pick it up.   I don’t know how giv­ing my mother is going to be though when she reads the series I’ve writ­ten for next month called “A Month With Mom”.   We’ll see.

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