I always like to talk to Crappy Grandma on the phone. Though we’re at different stages in our lives, we have a lot in common. We talk about raising chickens and farming and gardening and canning and baking pies and such. We also laugh a lot.
So we’re on the phone. And my doorbell rings.
I ‘m not expecting anyone so I’m not exactly prepared.
She laughs at me and I answer the door. It was a delivery.
About twenty minutes later, we’re still talking and she pauses.
She explains that someone is driving down her long driveway.
She isn’t expecting anyone, so she isn’t exactly prepared either.
And this time, we both laugh.
We do have a lot in common. And we do laugh a lot.