Beautiful

I just got back from a rain quest and taking care of Grandma.

I like the phrase "rain quest." I suppose I really should call it a rain mission, though; quest is a beautiful word that means an arduous search for something, when indeed, I was given a specific and rather easily attainable task; I was sent to fetch the mail and take out the trash. Turns out the mail was already inside, but I enjoyed the mission, anyway.

Like my last post, this was started on the 11th. I think perhaps this was the other thing I was going to say. Who knows.

Grandma is really beautiful. Sitting there in the living room, since she's been sick and all, she isn't wearing any makeup and her hair just sweeps naturally back from her face. She's just beautiful. She's getting lots better now and is well enough to tell Mumsie that she isn't cooking her food right, and some of her old tone has returned, but she's still beautiful. In the last few days, she's been rather tired, so she doesn't work up a certain tone of voice for any particular effect, just says things when she means them. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say. I certainly don't wish sickness on her; I just noticed that she's really beautiful. I've had some of those rare moments the last few days where I felt that I could see her as a person, and not just as my grandmother.