A couple of weeks ago, I drove straight home from work and took Edna out for dinner. We went to her favorite local restaurant--Carrows (like Perkins). In this picture, you can see that Edna is quite a bit smaller than I am. When standing, her head doesn't even come up to my shoulders. I think she used to be 5'2 back in the day, but now I think she is more like 4'10. She is petite.
I was excited to meet Edna for dinner because I haven't seen her in awhile (I moved out of her house in February and try to stop by once in awhil) and I know she gets lonely. We really get along pretty well, but it took us quite awhile to get to that place. Living together was a little difficult at times.
I like hanging out with her, though. I learn things from her. She turns 95 this August and has had so many experiences. She is spunky and has a lot of gumption for her age. She only wears button down, polo-style tops because she thinks an open neckline makes her neck look old, and never wears pants because skirts are more lady-like. She gets her hair done every week, always wears lipstick, and secretly smooths on expensive wrinkle cream each night to delay the look of old age. Her friends are half her age or younger, but that is what keeps her young.
I promised I'd send her a postcard from Argentina.
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