September 30, 2012

grandma gets a wild hair!


Celebrating Gramma's 89th birthday at The Admiral Risty, Palos Verdes, CA

I am in Redondo Beach, California for a week to visit family and soak up some much needed salt-air and sunshine. My sweet grandma is here visiting until tomorrow and I am so grateful to be able to spend some quality time with her, walking by the ocean, brushing her hair, even jumping into the jacuzzi with all her clothes on! Wild runs in my blood, baby.

She told me that she is at home here, that she feels it in her soul, and I believe it. For six decades she built her legacy here. This is her home, and just as a thousand miles and mighty mountain ranges separate me from this place, it will always be mine too.

Friday afternoon we all went to lunch in the Riviera Village and then laid by the pool as the sun started to set. It was then that Gramma got a wild hair and started hinting about going into the jacuzzi. "Can you just imagine?" she asked repeatedly. Finally my mom and I helped her to the edge, so her feet could dangle in the warm bubbles. About ten minutes later she asked me to help her in all the way- only pausing for a minute so my mom could take off her wool cardigan, fully aware that submerging her sheer blouse would mean attracting the attention of unsuspecting fellow loungers. Needless to say, it was a sight to see, and a memory we'll always have. Later Gramma said she thought the hot water was healing, that she felt renewed.

When I asked about her favorite memories from her trip, "oh, that jacuzzi!" was her first reply, followed by the "beautiful dinner " we shared at Admiral Risty- her old favorite seafood place- last night. I could see the joy in her eyes and that made my heart full. I don't know when I'll see her again, but having a few precious days with her, back in the place we know as home, was something for which I am so grateful.


mom & gramma lounging by the pool at sunset

 
me and my grandma in the jacuzzi, one of us is fully clothed.


We love you gramma! 


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