Thursday, November 1, 2007

feisty.

Today we're flying to Boise, Idaho, to visit Frances Meyer.

She's a little crotchety, but at 97 I think she's earned it. (When we take her shopping she
likes to accost young women who have lots of children and demand to know if they've heard
of birth control.) She lives on her own with beautiful mountain views, and even though we
try to fill her freezer with delicious meals, she vastly prefers the boxes of chocolates she has
stashed all over her apartment.