I was talking to my grandmother the other day. She's 90 but sharp as a tack. Anyway, she was meeting her friend Henrietta for lunch. Dial-A-Ride dropped her off at the mall entrance so she went into the bookstore to wait for her friend. My cousin's daughter is having a baby and Nana crochets all new babies in the family an afghan. Well, she happened upon a book about spinning laying on top of the other books on the shelf. Her family used to spin their own wool when she was a little girl. Her mom taught all the girls how to spin and she was pleasantly surprised to see people still interested. She found a book on baby afghans and thought she'd sit down and leaf through the spinning book while waiting for her friend. When Henrietta arrived Nana put the book back where she found it. Nana said, "Next thing you know there's this chubby, unkempt woman in one of those hippie skirts, jumping up and down with the spinning book in her hand. She must have been a lesbian because she kept thanking the fairy gods for helping her find the book...I guess gays have their own gods now...maybe I should get out more. All I could think is it's a good thing I hadn't put back a book about quilting Amish motorcycle jackets, Lord knows she probably would've fainted. I think she was going to plant pansies when she got home because she kept promising her gay gods she'd plant something special for them. It takes all kinds to make a world, I guess."
Cindie