things to live for.

i think i told you not long ago, that some friends and i went to see a psychic. well, one of my friends got told that her current boyfriend was "the one"- her soulmate. turns out not. they broke up. personally, i am glad. quite honestly, i didn't like the guy much. so i think she's better off. but ain't it sad? cuz this means that a. i'm not finding the man of my dreams before the new year. b. things aren't going to get better at work (not that they are that bad, really) and c. i'm not going to live an extremely long life.

but on that last one, i just think, "well, oh well."

but so this weekend, my mathematical genius grandson says to me, "you know, Grandma, i think you have about 25 good years left in you." he clearly meant this as a compliment. i struggled not to laugh and i struggled even harder not to ask him, "but how many bad years do you think i have left?" instead, i say to him, "well how old will i be when i die then if i live another 25 years?"

and in a flash, (seriously, less than a flash) he says "82." and i didn't even know he knew how old i was in the first place. let alone how the heck he can add in his head so fast. i'm not kidding, he was like lightning. really i think the kid's a genius when it comes to math.

anyway, so my grandson predicts i have 25 good years left. but i doubt he's psychic, i think he just was trying to say that i didn't act like an old grandma. which i try not to. and maybe he's sucking up to me because he knows Christmas is coming and that old grandmas like to give gifts and such. which is true- we do.

and then later in the weekend, when i went outside where he was bouncing on a trampoline to tell him i was leaving and heading home, he stops bouncing and he says, "oh. well, i'm going to try really hard not to cry, Grandma."

and i said, "well, no need to cry, in fact- i'm going to be back next weekend and i'll see you then."

"well, that's good, i can stand a week!" he says. and he hugs me and says, "bye Grandma, I love you."