Saturday, 9 Oct 2010
My Grandma turned 90 two days ago.
We threw her a surprise party today and we didn’t surprise her so much that she had some sort of heart attack. Two things made me really think.
1) My family says that I lost weight, and that I seem very happy. They also were impressed with the fact that I found work in a city that I was pretty unfamiliar with. I do have to hand that to my wonderful friends who called in favors to get me jobs.
2) My Grandma is 90 fucking years old. That’s really old. She still drives around and stuff. Do I want to be that old? Will I make it to that age? etc. This is pretty much just an existential post.
