It's the yams that I love.

Not many people my age has both sets of grandparents still intact. I think the balance lies with the fact my father has shed his mortal coil. But actually, that's more of an imbalance than anything, not many things can replace a parent. Especially the one I got along with. To put it lightly, my mother and I have a dysfunctional relationship, I choose not to bore you with the details.
I spent Thanksgiving with my maternal grandparents. They chose not to go to the city to be with the rest of the fam, grandpa is recovering from having a stomach anurism (sp?) the size of a football removed. I haven't seen him since he had the surgery, I wanted to be with him. It was justr the three of us. We watched TV, grandma cooked amazing grandma food, and grandpa told me what to play in my solitaire games. I told him it kind of defeats the idea of solitaire if someone is telling what move to make, but luckily that didn't stop him. I secretly like it when he picks on me. Normally I don't like people teasing me, I'm terribly sensitive, but there's something about the way he does it that screams love. Everytime he came in from the cold he put his freezing hands on my neck. Ornery cuss. I love him to pieces. Grandma too. I can tell her anything, she has no judgement and she agrees with my opinions about the state of the world, which is refreshing. Most family members get agitated when I get political, but Grandma and I have these great conversations. She is paying attention to the state of affairs too. I can see that I will age like her. I don't mind at all.