My grandmother came to mind today after I spoke on the phone with my grandchildren. I don't remember talking that much on the phone with her when I was a child. We always had plenty to say when we were together and I do remember her calling often after I was married. I never once, doubted her love. There aren't too many people that you, or at least I, can say that about, whether it was real or imagined. She was never mean to me, or even short-tempered with me. I was a non-stop talker as a kid. She never teased me about it, or told me that I "sound like a broken record", or ever seemed annoyed with me. It strikes me as so funny...literally... that I remember stuff like that. I must have really been a piece of work. Anyway, I found a photo that I took of her, I believe it was on her 90th birthday. It brings to mind that she was a piece of work too! I guess the message here is, this Thanksgiving, when the bratty kids are getting on your last nerve, measure your words and give some thought to what you say, before you say it. You never know who's going to be tattling on you, on their blog, or whatever they have in the future, when they're 58 years old and reminiscing. I probably won't be back until next week, since I'll start cooking the Italian holiday soup, "gravy" and meatballs, etc. tomorrow. Then spending time with the kids. So, count your blessings, take lots of pictures and have a wonderful Thanksgiving.