To Granny's House I Go

So, we've had a whirlwind bit of a couple weeks here in Birmingham. In the same week, my Granny fell and broke her rib, and my Grandmother had a heart attack and got rushed into stint surgery! Meanwhile, my car battery died while I was trying to get to the hospital! Thankfully, my Grandmother feels much better post-3 stints and my Granny is healing nicely, but somehow I still feel like I am trying to catch my breath. Most of last week was spent in the hospital here in Birmingham, but I decided to give my Granny some love and went for a road trip down to Roanoke this weekend to make sure she was doing ok. As always, going to Roanoke, Alabama is like going to a different world...big oak trees hanging over the drive, period homes nestled along Main Street. Life is slower, but that doesn't seem to deter my Granny! The minute I stepped into her house she was asking me about Birmingham, putting clothes in the wash, making a grocery list, planning my night out in Roanoke. All of the sudden, I snapped out of it and remembered the broken rib and had to sit her down in the rocker and make her slow down. Nevertheless, she still had me out watering the yard on Sunday morning while she snapped pictures with her new digital camera and caught up on her Alabama Gardener and Money magazines. It was a great weekend, and I always treasure my time with my Depression Era-veteran grandmother. I revel at the gems she drops into conversation and treasure her fiery but compassionate spirit. What a woman! If I am half of who she is...