02.19.08 - 9:18 am

solid white albacore.
fresh french bread.
dreyers chocolate icecream milkshake.

the best lunch.

i remember, she used to make jam. it was delicious, back when i liked jam. id continually use her jamming jars to contain a vast array of insects i would capture around her house or the golf pond next to it.

when i visited her house in arizona, she had a large covered side patio. this was were i kept my wildlife refuge. snakes. toads. spiders. scorpions. all in an an assortment of containers. jars of multiple sizes. an old glass fish bowl. a styrofoam box.

we used to go to the safeway, get things for dinner and pick out movies. i watched movies like bonfire of the vanities and hitcher as an eight year old. now that i think about it, i think i watched more rutger hauer movies than anything else. he was a blind samurai guy. he fought a demon in the future. he stretched a girl in between two semi trucks. experiences shared with my grandmother over a delicious meal.

i asked her once if she was a virgin before she got married. suddenly uncomfortable, she replied, "well, thats a funny thing to ask." although, she had no problem telling me she spiked the punch during a college prom. she was subsequently caught and reprimanded.

all her boyfriends in highschool or college died in the war, except one. she had been dating one brother who was killed in action, then dated the surviving one. he was a very tall man. they remained friends for decades.

she chased away indians from her house in the dalles with a shot gun.

she lost two children during her life. one to a car accident in which my grandfather fell asleep while driving. the other, to a heart defect before she reached her teens.

time to go to work.