On the Ball

 My granddaughter has a wicked, leaning to sarcastic, sense of humour. I think it’s an inherited trait.

When I had a major relapse of my MS last winter, I ended up unable to walk and in a wheelchair. There were a lot of changes that needed to be made, plus the healing of fractures from a fall, so I was content to be home, managing my transfers and spending longer periods in the chair.

Spring came with sunny skies, warmer temperatures and the need to be outside, to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. Only problem was the 2 inch rise at the door. I would move until I met that obstacle and just sit in the open doorway. 

That’s where I was sitting one day as I said goodbye to my 20 year old granddaughter. As she walked down the path I called out that I’d gone as far as I could. She quickly replied “if you’d learn to behave yourself they might take your ankle monitor off”.

A smart ass for sure, she keeps me laughing.

To give her back a bit of my smart ass, I found an old picture of her and sent it to her with the following caption. “Always knew you had a lot on the ball”