wrote last week

I get bored sometimes but my life really is a bit like a fairy tale.  At the moment, it's somewhere before or after the once-upon-a-time part i guess, where nothing really is happening.  The old Grandmother.  The tiny house, the tall trees.  

Lately there are lilacs, larkspur, and violets blooming.

Today Grandma agreed to go along to the grocery store with me, as long as she could stay in the car.  It was a gorgeous day; she said the sun was "horrible," so i gave her my sunglasses.  It was hard not to giggle when i looked at her, with her little daisy barette and big pink heart-shaped sunglasses.  She looked kind of fabulous actually.