I can't make this shit up

So let me catch you up. I broke my leg in the early spring while skiing and spent the first 6 weeks at home resting. My sanity was maintained by many friends willing to put up with waiting for my gimpy self to catch up. My grandmother had spent the whole winter with her daughter in South Carolina with several startling difficulties that set back her return to West Virginia. I figured that since she was struggling a little on her own and I was struggling a little on my own that together we'd almost be a functioning human. So I came to Morgantown with the intention of keeping my grandma company at her home and helping out where I can. I did not expect the madness that would ensue. It was awkward at first because I've never really visited my grandmother for more than a few days unless other family was around or there were other distractions. This visit, neither of us are venturing too far from the house and so a little bit of cabin fever naturally sets in. We played Scrabble and eventually moved on to Cribbage to fill the hours. Now, she is hard of hearing and I have a short attention span for meandering stories. So I've been trying to enunciate everything while looking directly at her and keep reminding myself that that noise I keep hearing is the story she's been telling for the last 45 minutes. PAY ATTENTION! So I was feeling a bit batty until just yesterday when Grandma cussed in the car! That brought my attention back and suddenly I see the absolutely absurd humor in this odd couple we make and the awkward exchanges we share. I'm a short-cut taking, feminist, democrat with communist leanings and she is a formal person who insists upon serving spoons even for the most informal meals, a dyed in the wool conservative and stubborn to boot. Almost as stubborn as I am. I decided that I must start writing some of these exchanges down, and hopefully that is what follows in this blog.