this was going to be an entry about snow

which we got a bunch of in Olympia this morning.

but. I talked to Grandma on the phone today, after she got out of the hospital. I can just barely hear the Grandma I remember through the obviously very delicate old woman who was on the phone. mainly in her acerbically saying that she hadn’t heard from me in years and what had happened, but not just that.

I mentioned the snow, because I didn’t know what else to say, and we were having a hard time understanding each other over the phone. she said she hadn’t seen snow in she didn’t know how many years. (she was born in New York, but has lived in California since the mid-1940s.) I said I’d send a photo, I said I’d stay in touch, I even said I’d try to come visit, which I think I might actually figure out how to do. and I said I was sorry (for not keeping in touch) and I said I love her, which are the two things I really needed to say.

[deep breath]

I’ve been incredibly shitty about staying in touch with all the people in my life that I supposedly care about. if you’re one of them, I’m sorry.