The Nanna: Grande Finale

It's amazing the wealth of information that you can amass in one short weekend spent with a family member of superior wisdom and an awareness of the general state of the world around her like none other

Such was the knowledge we gained during our weekend with "The Nanna"

Following is the finale of the general account of our weekend with The Nanna.

We soon recover sufficiently from the bike path debacle to have lunch. At first glance, the place looks ok (asides from the family of three at the next table sharing three teeth between them), but we soon find out that the restaurant is sorely lacking because The Nanna doesn’t immediately “see anyone racing around taking orders.”

Somehow, we make it through lunch. The Nanna chugs my beer for me again and we then head back to Exeter to catch our bus. We only have two hours to spare, so naturally we are all a bit concerned at this point. In our haste, The Nanna almost drives through a fence, but we understand that this is ok because it must have just been put there recently. Changing traffic patterns and all that.

After this, all went smoothly until we had once again parked the car. The Nanna sprints out in front of several moving vehicles, but I am quickly told that she could have made it if I hadn’t stopped her thank you very much. When the same incident occurs again a short two minutes later, The Nanna informs us that she was merely following me, even though I happened to be about five feet behind her at the time.

So being as we are now at the bus station a full hour and a half before the bus leaves, we decide to get some coffee.

And then the map incident occurs.

Said map had been delivered to The Nanna to give to me. She had been reminded. I had been reminded. So naturally, we both forget the map. It happens. It’s not the end of the world. At least I didn’t think so.

The Nanna then lets me know that the map had in fact been on the coffee table right next to where I had sat the evening prior. And the map in fact had been the only thing on the coffee table that was right next to me where I sat all evening. (I suppose it would have been the only thing if you didn’t count the other ten items on the coffee table.) In fact, the more The Nanna thought about it, she was really quite sure that she had pointed out the map to me while I was sitting with it right under my nose.

Right, so now that we’ve established that is was really all my fault – something I think we all suspected anyway – we could close the book on that small unpleasantness.

We say our goodbyes and get on the bus.