My Gramma Still Gots' It!

My Gramma was born in 1915, she is 93 years old. She likes to tell me she's 93 and half! I say go for it Gramma! My problem is that I start saying she's 'almost' 94 and then when her birthday comes I forget that she was 'turning' 94 and think she is already 94 and turning 95. I come by it honestly.... my mother does the same thing!
This amazing woman still lives in her own home, gardens, shops and looks after a cat named Jeremy.

(rabbit trail) all the spending that I like to do...? you know the stories I write in my other blogs? YES, those ones! I come by the spending addiction honestly. My mother and my Gramma have the same problem. My Gramma still goes and buys things she doesn't really need. (end of rabbit trail)

I digress.....
I was in my former home town and did a show at one of my favorite restaurants. The place was packed with so many wonderful familiar faces. One older gentleman came in, a face I did not recognize, but I did notice his 'proper' manners of removing his hat as he entered the room. I didn't pay too much attention to him, just noticed that he had come in and had a glass of beer.
Later as he was leaving he shuffled his way past my Gramma's table just as she was getting up to us the restroom, the two of them trying to get past one another in their polite ways. She smiles, and he says "how are you?" she replies "very well, thank you!"
This exchange was rather intriguing cause as the gentle man continued to the door, there was quite a ruckus at my Gramma's table of questions of, 'who was that?' 'do you know him?' etc. Those that were asking the questions kept looking at the gentleman and as he left he turned and mouthed ..................... "SHE'S HOT!"

Diva M