Today I’m thankful for my grandmother’s apparent ESP.
I know I’ve posted several times about my grandmother. The truth is she’s an evergreen font of inspiration. I’ve worried a bit that she seems a little fantastic, but every thing I’ve written about her is entirely true. Some people you just can’t make up.
She gave me a certain toy when I turned 10. I was a little old to receive it but she’d spent many hours building and finishing it. I played with it for a year or two and then outgrew it. It stayed in my room after because it probably qualifies as an heirloom, not something to get rid of blithely. She agreed to store it for me while I was at university. I thought I’d managed to outrun it. I was wrong. When I moved out she and my grandfather visited, bringing it with them as a “favor.”
Later, I was redecorating. The thing is not small. It is probably about the size of a stool. I couldn’t find a place where it’d be out of the way. My mother suggested it was finally safe to get rid of it. I looked at her, and referring to my grandmother, said “she’d know.” My mother protested, saying Gran would only know if someone told her and none of my family would. My sister immediately entered the argument on my side. Neither of us is entirely sure how, but our grandmother just knows, and never lets the thing go. My mother dropped the subject, seeing that her children believe their grandmother has extrasensory perception. It’s because when things concern her, she does.