“Did you see my canoe, when you came in?”
my grandma asks
–we don’t live near water–
“You haven’t lived on the Sevanne river
in a long time grandma!”
“Did you catch any fish today?”
my grandma asks.
“I wasn’t fishing today grandma!
I was at work!”
Fishing and work, are not the same thing.
We are not living on Lac Des Mille Lacs here anymore.
My grandma says
she went to visit her father
he was still in bed,
so she made coffee!
Fred Peters died
My eighty-six-year-old-grandmother fell
and broke her wrist, (and pending the results of a Cat-Scan
she might have fractured a heel as well
–she’s got to keep that foot elevated!)
she needed a cane to walk before
which isn’t possible now that her wrist is broken
so she’s in a wheelchair–
and I learned a new Ojibway word today:
Wiisagendam. It hurts.
*It turned out that my grandma’s heel was broken, as well as her wrist. (and thankfully both injuries have since healed well)