My grandmother Ruthie doesn’t want me to call her Grandmother anymore. She wants to go by Ruthie. I have dealt with a lot of trouble from the folks that label themselves my family. This group is not large. But our collective baggage is pachydermatous. It requires its own wildlife reserve. But hearing my own grandmother request I don’t call her Grandmother was a blow to the soloplexus.
Speaking of wildlife parks, after I return the freshly washed sweater to my grandmother tomorrow morning I am off to a jeep-photo-tour of a wildlife park about 3 hours from where I am typing this. I have rented some bigger glass to go on a jeep-tour of a wildlife park tomorrow. I hope doesn’t rainout tomorrow. Apparently they don’t take folks out when there is lightening and thunder … of which here there has been much. I wonder if they extend refunds because of inclement weather. It is a longish drive not to get to shoot.
Also, I am getting some relief on the Ruthie watching. One of her children plus spouse is coming to town tomorrow. I need the space.