Grandma Moses

A few years ago, my beloved aunt Betty, known on this blahg as Radical Betty, landed in the blasted horspittal up there in Sault Ste. Siberia. She had cancer which had metastised onto her spine and so she had some surgery where they tried to glue some of her bones back together. It worked at least for a while but the surgery was rough on her. We drove up to Siberia when she was initially in the hospital and when I blasted into her room in the ICU, Uber Kayak Woman asked her if she knew who was there. Radical Betty said, “Yes, it’s Grandma Moses!”

I will never forget being called Grandma Moses. UKW and I laughed our silly old asses off! Radical Betty eventually clarified that statement to say that I was an artist. Well maybe not but I do try. And I know how much RB loved me and appreciated art in any form and then some.

The Comm is in the hoosegow yet again. Same thing as last time but a bit less. I do not know what to say. We were hanging out with her just a couple days ago and she was pretty darn fine. Opening presents in her room and later on motoring around her house like crazy. No one seems to be able to figger out exactly what’s going on. I can’t!

I’m not sure what’s next. As luck would have it, Dogmomster was up there visiting when K@FV called about the ER and Dogmomster and kids have been wonderful. We’ll see what’s next and we are prepared for whatever it may be.


2 Responses to “Grandma Moses”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Dang! The unpredictability of getting old. It sucks. I’m glad she’s OK and sorry that you have to deal with the stress.

  2. Pooh Says:

    Hugs to Fran, and to you. <3 <3 <3