Late night rambling

I sang Karokee with my Grandma and her friends in her living room today. Not exactly what one expects to do when visiting for the reason that I am here but, then again this is my family.

They live large and loud.

My Grandma belongs to an Organ Club and the first Saturday of every month she hosts a party at her her house where all these old people gather together to eat, drink and party. She did not think that this Saturday should be any different just because Monday she is having part of her lung removed. So they all showed up at 3:00 pm and drank cheap wine.

And sang old songs to Organ music.

On an honest to goodness karokee machine that my grandma owns for petes sake. And we ate meatballs on toothpicks. And little weenies.

I love old people. People in their seventies and eighties have nothing to prove and just let it all hang out If they tell you are pretty, you probably are. If they tell you you are fat, you probably are.

I was introduced to one lady and this other one kept trying to tell her where I was from......I quote:

"I really don't care where you are from missy, I'm old."

I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants.



I haven't even told the tale of my trip here yet...