The Summer of Grandma

We have decided (well, Gavin and I anyways) that 2010 will be called "The Summer of Grandma".

"It feels like I am packing a kid for camp," I told Jeff as I ironed on a few name labels, rolled and packed clothing, bagged shoes. Sympathetically he glanced at me and then looked away - away from the half-packed suitcase and empty hangers. "You are," he said gently, "you are."

And that is all I can write now. It's far too sensitive for more (and the kleenexes are running out).