90 Years Young...

Today, my wife and I attended a Birthday brunch for my wife’s grandmother. She will be 90 years old on Tuesday. 90!!!!!! Man, if I can make it to half that age and still be as healthy as her I’ll be happy. She’s a remarkable woman for her age. Still walking on her own (albeit with a cane) and with most of her mental faculties intact. Sure, she forgets names and confuses stories sometimes, but for 90 she is still OK. We went out for a Chinese buffet, as that was what she wanted to do. She ate one heck of a meal and topped it off with coffee and cake.

The first thing she said to the wife and I when we walked in was “Hey, hurry up and make me a Great Grandmother would ya!” Gotta love the lady. Back in the day I am sure they would have called her e firecracker, and that would still describe her today. It struck me that sitting at that table there were 9 decades between the oldest member and the yet unborn little Mango. That’s a lot of time and I found myself looking forward to having the Great Grandma and baby together in a mere 5 months or so.

Right now I am listening to Hendrix’s Band of Gypsies. New Years eve 1969 live recording and for my money his best live stuff. Something about the guitar sound on that record, paired with a solid, steady and un-flashy rhythm section that really makes the guitar stand out. I always liked how when Jimi played, it was like you could “hear” the wood singing. Maybe it’s a guitarist thing…