It’s quite funny, when I think of my grandma Mac I think of salami, these beautiful xmas tree ornaments she used to give me & playing cards. What’s equally ironic, is that she’s the mom of my birth father, which I have a very limited relationship with. Even when I lived in SF and we were very close, we made limited attempts to spend time together. the only reasonable rational I can think of is that we just knew we didn’t fit. How does that make me feel? Eh — it honestly invokes a shrug. I really don’t have a strong feeling about it. It’s my life-long truth. Sure when I was younger he was great fun… but that’s not enough to make a dad. Even as a youngster, I knew this.
Back to grandma Mac :). I’m quite curious what she’s up to these days. How does she spend her time, what are her passions? I’d love to spend some time with her.