On Saturday, I visited my grandmother and helped her with a few projects around the house. She was in rare form.
My first project was to figure out why the house phones were not working. I had been told earlier in the day that they simply ‘weren’t charging’. Having had years of experience fixing every electronic item in my grandmother’s house I have learned that her description of the problem is rarely accurate. I took a look at the phone on the main base and it was semi-charged but had no dial tone. Investigating further, I found that it was not plugged in to the phone jack – a necessity if you actually want to use your phone.
As I was ‘fixing’ the phone problem, I noticed that my grandmother’s bedroom still reeked of paint. She had a painter come by earlier in the week to re-paint a few areas of the house. I voiced my concern about the fumes and my mom asked my grandmother to let me open a window to air the room out a little. Her response, ‘No. I like to smother.’
My next project was to remove the torn mattress covers off the beds upstairs. This was an easy task and as I went to throw the plastic covers away, my grandmother exclaimed that she ‘hates plastic’ and can’t wait to see ‘what the archaeologists will think’ when they dig up remains from this time period.
The projects were done and I went to sit with my grandmother while she ironed her pillowcases. The conversation turned to my uncle’s recent trip to Cairo, Egypt via Air France. I now know that the French are a topic I should never discuss with my grandmother – thanks for the heads up mom. My grandmother expressed her distaste for everything French, including the fact that they didn’t fufill my uncle’s request for a vegetarian in-flight meal. And, apparently, the stewardesses refused to speak English even though ‘it is the predominant language of the world’. My mom tried to change the subject but then I chirped in and said, ‘And, I heard they don’t use deodorant.’ My plan worked perfectly. My comment led my grandmother to discuss the downfalls of bidets and that she heard the French ‘go in holes in the ground’.
Grandmother 3 The French 0.