Oh, that granddaughter

I just don't know what to do with that girl. I thought her experience with that boyfriend out in Denver had changed her. Evidently not. 

Is she in a rut? Doesn't she understand the freedom she has being out on her own?

None of us likes change, but I'm worried she might never enjoy life on her own. Supposedly, her library coworker is like a brother to her. But I highly doubt that. She's just telling me a story. I can sense it, you know.

Maybe he can keep her grounded. She has no sense of direction. This I know. She got lost once while coming home from middle school. (sigh) She kept going around and around the school block. Made her mother a nervous wreck. So it was me who had to take care of it.

Don't know if she just takes after her mother, perhaps. I love her with all my heart. After all, she's my closest grandchild. The rest live on the East or the West Coast. I never got to know them, quite like I did Macy.

Macy, Macy, Macy..what are we going to do with you?

Gram Jeanette

A little thing called love

 Just what Macy needed, her grandmother showing up Easter weekend. Of course, lately she was either on the phone with Jake or texting him. They both seemed to be in limbo, but her grandmother was here to straighten her out.

"I can't believe you're here," Macy did her best to be enthusiastic. 

"Well, why haven't you come home?" She snapped.

Macy felt shattered, wishing she could just lie on the couch and fall into a deep sleep, but that didn't happen.

"I've..I've been busy." Macy looked at her blankly.

"So busy, you couldn't even call me," Her grandmother put her hands on her hips and looked at the mess Macy hadn't even attempted, like dirty dishes and laundry.

"I'm sorry." Macy sighed. She knew that using the excuse of being overwhelmed wouldn't mean a thing to Gram, who was old-school. Being busy was therapeutic to her. Still, Macy felt a little shaky. Maybe she'd drunk too much coffee. Maybe she'd forgotten to eat.

"Well, I'm making banana bread," her Gram said, inspecting a blackened banana on the counter. In fact, she found a whole bunch of bananas. She made the batter from scratch.  Honestly, Macy didn't even know she had all the ingredients for bread. Thankfully, Jake had helped her fill her small pantry with the basics.

Maybe Gram would get along with Jake after all.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Gram asked after she got the muffin tin in the oven.

"Oh, well.." Macy felt certain she'd let Gram down, somehow. "I'm..I'm getting a roommate." She nodded.

"A roommate?" Gram winced with her hands on her hips.

Macy nodded, uncertain she dared to tell her who.

it's the little things

 

I'm so happy my brother is back. I didn't know how much I would miss him. He's my lifeline, you know. Yeah, I hate to say it, but it's true. I feel awful without him. 

I don't want him to go back to Chicago, but I can't seem to keep him here, so I've been helping him as much as I can.

And to think, we were doing well to see each other like once a week for Sunday dinner with the parents. Now I just want him to know he's been the best brother I ever had.

It makes me sad, but I'm trying to keep going. Be happy for him. I mean, I know I'm not one to even think about a soul mate, but evidently, Macy is his and so...

God, it's making me so sick. Like this huge lump of sadness in my throat. I just gotta find a way for us to be together. Cause I know he needs a brother around, and I'm that someone.

Jonas