There’s A Bunny Under The Bar (My Week With Nana)

25 Oct

“Hey Nana, there’s a bunny under the bar.”

“There’s what?”

“A bunny. Under the bar.”

“Well, how’d she get there?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe she was looking for some hops?”


These are the kinds of conversations I have with my grandmother.  She had surgery two weeks ago today to remove a cancerous tumor from her colon, not that you’d ever know it from looking at her now.  I’ve been at her house since Monday, and it’s been a week of conversations like the one above.  I figured that today, I’d share some of the better ones.


1. How To Peel A Potato

Me: “I am terrible at peeling potatos.  I think I ended up with half of the potato I started with.  I should have joined the army- at least then I’d know how to peel a potato.”

Nana: “There are easier ways to learn to peel a potato than joining the army.”

Me: “Oh?”

Nana: “Yes. Like cooking more often.”


2. Setting The House Alarm

Nana, every night: “I’m setting the alarm.  No going out on any late dates.”

Me, every night: “Oh, but I had such plans!”

Nana, every night: *sarcastic laugh because she knows all my friends live in the internet”


3. The Orange Chair

Preface: there’s a large orange armchair in the den.  It’s been there as long as I can remember.  My grandfather used to sit in it every night and read, before he passed away.

Me: *sits sideways, throws legs over armrest, opens book* “I love this chair.”

Nana: “It is a very good chair.”

Me: “Even if it is orange.”

Nana: “It was white leather when I was a girl.”

Me: “You had this chair as a little girl?  Did your parents buy it new?”

Nana: “No, they got it from somebody else.  They don’t make chairs like they used to.”

Me: *sits up properly in chair that I now realize may be over 100 years old.*

Nana: “Good girl.”


4. The Rug

Me: *slips on rug in living area* “Nana, I’m going to tape that rug down.”

Nana: “Ok.  The tape is on the shelf in the basement.”

Me: *gets distracted by the basement of wonder*

Next Day

Me: *slips on rug in living area* “Nana, I’m going to tape that rug down.”

Nana: “You said that yesterday.  The tape is still in the basement.”

Me: *gets distracted by the basement of wonder again*

Repeat every day for a week.


5. Setting the Alarm Clock

Me: *sets the alarm clock in my bedroom so we’ll be on time for doctor’s appointment in the morning*

10 hours later

Alarm: *Klaxon horn of immediate doom*

Me at breakfast: “That alarm clock is very… insistant.”

Nana: “It worked, didn’t it?”


Spending time with my grandmother is always an enjoyable time, no matter how many potatoes I have to peel, rugs I have to tape dowm (still have to do that, by the way), or obnoxious alarms I have to endure.  I am truly blessed to have a grandmother like my Nana, and if there’s one thing her cancer diagnosis has shown me, it’s that not a single second spent with her ought to be taken for granted.

I’m off to make dinner.  Thankfully, there are no potatoes to be peeled tonight.


5 Responses to “There’s A Bunny Under The Bar (My Week With Nana)”

  1. James October 25, 2012 at 2:36 pm #

    Some of us live in the future!!

    • Losing My Cents October 25, 2012 at 5:03 pm #

      Which is why some of us slaughter classic quotations to better suit our twisted senses of humors on Facebook… hehe

  2. sydneyaaliyah October 25, 2012 at 9:40 pm #

    Ah, I miss my grandmas. They died when I was 12 and 17. But, we had conversations like this. I can totally relate. Thanks for sharing.

  3. ihatepoetry October 26, 2012 at 1:47 pm #

    I love your Nana. She’s priceless. Give a big hug for me! (Missing mine.) Thanks!

  4. segmation October 30, 2012 at 5:05 pm #

    Sounds like your Nana is awesome!

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