The "Masses" Have spoken

Well 50% of you, my followers (because I'm pretty sure only 4 people read my blog), voted and the consensus was "Adventures in walking to Grandma's house".  So here it goes.

I have a habit of deciding to go for a walk and then just walking until I am exhausted.  The only problem with this is that I walk in one direction until I am exhausted.  I then am left with the entire trek back with no desire to walk it.  Luckily this particular day happened to take me in the direction of my Grandma and Grandpa's house giving me a perfect excuse to drop in and rest before I made my journey home.  Of course I had enjoyed the walk with all the wind chimes on peoples homes blowing in the wind reminding me of my other grandmothers house as well as my parents house, but it was time for a short break.

As I sat in their living room I was transported to Yellowstone the location of their vacation that they had just returned from.  Slowly sipping my ice chilled mango soda wonderfully offered to me by my grandmother I basked in the enjoy-ability of just sitting their in their living room listening to all the stories from their life that flowed so easily as each topic changed in the conversation.  As time drew to a close for my visit with them I realized that I still had the entire walk back to accomplish in order to make it to my home and beginning point of my adventure.  Luckily (at least I thought luckily at the time) my grandmother needed to go to the store and offered to give me ride home.

This is when my adventure truly began.  It may not have lasted that long, but it was long enough to get my heart truly pumping.  My grandmother had a stroke awhile ago, which is no laughing matter, but because of that stroke she no longer has feeling in her left hand.  She told me of an experience of how she likes to hold grandpa's hand as they sleep, but one morning in waking up she discovered that the hand she had been holding most of the night was not my grandfathers as she had thought, but her own.  This experience will hopefully give you a little insight as to why the trip home was the adventure.

As we got into her car it took quite some time to actually start because grandma couldn't feel the seat belt to pull it over to buckle.  She also is a little bit shorter now than she used to be so that the road in front of her is no longer as visible as it used to be.  The drive was slow and swirvy to say the least.  I wouldn't have minded the slowness of it except the roads that she took had speed limits much faster than she was driving which meant that cars were passing us and merging in all around us.  I also wouldn't have minded the swirvyness of it as much if she hadn't been turned into oncoming traffic as much.

I don't say any of this to say that she is a bad driver.  I made it home safe and sound and so did she.  I just haven't had such an exciting car ride in a long time.  All in all I guess I could say that it wasn't so much adventures in walking to grandma's house, but adventures in receiving a ride home from grandmothers house.