Lucifer, Lizzie, and Lib-Anne

My grandmother has three walkers: Lucifer, Lizzie, and Lib-Anne. You can't make this stuff up, folks.

Lucifer (the largest of the three, and my grandfather's before he passed) resides, appropriately, in the basement. Lib-Anne hangs out near the kitchen, ready at a moment's notice for those impromptu trips to The Fresh Market to purchase chicken bouillon. And last but not least, there's Lizzie, who stands at attention in the upstairs bedroom to offer stability during late-night bathroom visits (in case you were wondering, there are four visits...11:30, 1:30, 3:30, and she's up at 5:30 so maybe the last one doesn't really count). Each are members of the house, and each have their own personality. I feel a bit like Belle in the Beast's enchanted castle, sometimes. And no, I'm not implying that Peenie is the Beast. Though she does have her moments. No, what I am saying is that maybe after Peenie goes to bed, if I stay awake long enough, candlesticks and dust cloths will start to dance, I'll befriend an antique chipped teacup, and my mother will speak out to me from old pictures hanging on the wall. I swear I'm not going crazy, friends. I've only been here a month. But if Peenie goes to bed at 8:00, I've got to entertain myself and let my imagination run a little wild. Right? Anyway...

Speaking of wild (how's that for a segue), how crazy is life? I mean, my grandfather (our beloved Paw...I'll definitely post about him later) passed away on July 13. At the time, I was living in Greensboro (which I sometimes affectionately refer to as Greensboring), working at a local nonprofit, applying to grad school, wondering where my life was going and yearning for some sort of adventure. Like, the kind of adventure you write about. Flash forward two months later, and here I am in South Carolina, working for AmeriCorps and caring for my grandmother, Peenie, which is no small feat (let-me-tell-you), and extremely entertaining. Trust me, the material she provides is RICH. Someone (a much better writer than myself) could write a novel, or start a reality television series about Peenie. But rather than wait for her to be "discovered" (I've considered putting her on YouTube), I've decided to blog about this next year. Friends, the stuff that goes on at this house and the things that come out of her mouth are just too hilarious not to share. So tune in to my ramblings if you need a good laugh or if you simply want to follow mine and Peenie's adventures.

I'll leave you with this:

(At the breakfast table)
Peenie: She's about as mean as a (holds up knife and sets it back on table). More coffee, Kate?