Today, the Three of We took off to the Eastern Shore to visit Garry's gramma. She was the first one of his family to greet his coming-out with smiles, open arms, and a glass of wine. However, last year she came down with a variety of illnesses and had a stroke, so we thought it would be advisable to spend some time with her. But we could never get Garry to call her up and make a date. So...Russ and I did. Sorta. We told Garry that we knew where she lived and we'd be going whether he called to warn her or not.
So he did, with some reluctance.
We drove two hours to Gramma's house, where she lives with her son Roger, his girlfriend, her baby, and a seeming handful of other young relatives and pets. Roger was repairing a screen door and right away handy-man Russ jumped in and started helping.
Gramma Joyce wasn't in when we arrived. She'd dashed out to the store to buy us a bottle of wine. She returned, hugs were given all around, and we sat down at the dining room table and began chatting. She told us stories of her youth in England, moving to the States, her family, etc., etc. It was a great time and many laughs were had all around.
All too soon, it was time go battle traffic back to Baltimore. More hugs were given, plans were made for Gramma to come out in September (health allowing) to get away from the family, lounge in the old house, visit Damian's mom, and go see Cirque's Ovo show. Who knows? Perhaps we'll make it.
Then we were back in the car and driving. Garry, as is his custom, immediately hit the cushions.
But it was a great time and we're all glad we went. Here's looking forward to September....
