The Grandmother clock

When Grandma and the Aunt moved from Alaska to live closer to us I decided how great it would be to spend my lunch break with them since they live just minutes from where I work.

Three days a week, after putting the preschoolers on the bus, I would gather my purse and keys then head over to Granny's house.

I never paid any attention to the time as I was leaving or how long it took to me to arrive... until the day I was a few minutes late.

I walked into their house with a smile and big hello only to hear Granny tell me I'm late. Late? What do you mean I'm late?

Granny would look at her watch and inform me I should have been there minutes ago. First off, the woman claims she can't see, so how in the heck can she tell by looking at her watch that I'm late?

She's a curious one that Granny.

Second of all I had no idea I was being timed. I mean, come on Grandma cut me some slack, I could have been stuck behind a big semi truck, or farm tractor or better yet the kids bus was running behind.

She's not one to be reckoned with. My time is her time when it comes to her daily routine. I can't help myself and tease her anyway about being the keeper of the time. Her reply is, "Well, don't you know your loved?"

So I continue my weekly routine of spending lunch with Granny and the Aunt but now I'm very conscientious of when I leave the building and the trucks I might encounter. One day, I guess I was more than a few minutes late and she made sure to tell me that the school is going to start owing her some time.

"Granny, isn't that pretty harsh?" I tell her in a teasing way. She just giggles and says, "Well."

A particular afternoon she was being pretty ornery. As I was leaving I told her she better start being nice, especially to the Aunt who is recovering from back surgery.

Granny smiles and replies, "I'm always nice to her, it's you I tangle with."

The Aunt and Granny Girl

Did I mention she's 95?