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So I call my grandma once a week.  It’s usually early in the morning while she’s drinking her coffee. I really treasure these conversations.  For the past 3 weeks I’ve been unable to get her on the phone. I finally broke down last week and emailed my sister and asked her if something was wrong.  She said,”No”. 

This morning I tried calling my grandmother again and no answer again.  So, I called my Aunt DeDe (other side of the family) who lives in the same town and asked her if she heard anything. Yes sad that I don’t really trust my own sister.  She saw a strange car at another one of my Aunt’s houses but no she had not heard of anything having to do with my grandparents.  But she suggested I call one of my cousins who lives across the street from my Grandmother, so I did.  My cousin Theresa got on the phone and after my muddy explanation about who I was (I haven’t seen this woman since I moved away at age 19), she advised that my Grandmother is attending the Novena this week but that everything is fine.

Unbeknownst to me my cousin Theresa walked across the street and told my grandmother that I was trying to call her.  About an hour passed after I hung up with my cousin Theresa and I decided to try my Grandmother’s number yet again.

She answered!!!  She told me I was like Dick Tracy hunting her whereabouts down. I apologized but exasperatedly told her I was concerned about her.  She said she understood and that my mother had simply bought her a caller ID so that she could avoid telemarketers and my number was coming up on her caller ID as “Number Unknown” and she had simply “ignored” me.

*gasp*

Ignored by my own grandmother due to her upgrading her technology!!  Since she only got a caller id and did not upgrade into the year 2009 with a voicemail system, I was unable to even leave her a message.  *double gasp*

Dissed by my lovely grandmother over ill upgrading my mother installed.  Oh let me count the ways in which my mother is evil.

Ok I jest.  It’s not my wicked mother’s fault.  But still…I was dissed due to technology!!

I hope my grandmother never upgrades her telephone, I love that little *ding* I hear in the background as she says hello to me from her old school phone.  I honestly was worried…..I’d much rather learn of my dissing than something horrific.  I admonished her and said “don’t do that again, I was slowly becoming a mess of worry”.  She laughed her sweet Grammy laugh and said “ok! ok!”.

I love her.  God…just how much I love her.

Incidentally the cousin I spoke to after years referred to my mother’s massive diss of me and I hate that. I’m forever the small town girl who’s own mother shit all over her.  I quickly responded to her reference by saying “oh don’t worry, I have a blessed life, a great husband and wonderful child and my husband’s family….oh so wonderful, I am not to be pitied”.  She replied, “I’m so happy to hear that, you can call me anytime!”