My Grandmother

My grandma is at our house right now. She is funny -- constantly talking about her wealthy friends and their vacations, trying to hook me up with an Ivy League grad, etc. (why is everyone trying to hook me up?) I marvel at her focus on material things (which is probably why my mom was a hippie). My grandma is sweet and I love her, but I cannot understand her social circle. I always feel very out of place with the company she keeps (upscale Dallas residents).

Do I want to see pictures from your family vacation to Greece? Sure, but you're not on the same planet I am.

My first 'vacation' was a fancy tour of the UK with my grandma, but all the other trips I have taken were on God's tab -- South African shanties and a soup kitchen, all the free things to do in London for a day, repairing sheet-rock ceilings in a Mexican orphanage in the peak of summer. Those are my favourite 'vacations.'

Sorry for the rambling. I got on my soap-box about upper-middle class snobs. *slaps self*

Let the lowly brother glory in his exaltation, but the rich in his humiliation, because as a flower of the field he will pass away. For no sooner has the sun risen with a burning heat than it withers the grass; its flower falls, and its beautiful appearance perishes. So the rich man also will fade away in his pursuits. (James 1:9-11)