Krista’s grandmother Shirley (who our kids call Gigi) sent this email to us last week…she had me cracking up in my chair. I hope her perspective on a “typical day” here in Nicaragua makes you smile this morning 🙂
This is supposed to be funny ! A Joke on me ! . . . My Daughter Sue took me to US. Embassy today to renew my passport. We had a driver dressed neatly, and Sue looked like a sophisticated secretary dressed in black. She had called, checked for appt, found out they opened @ 1 PM, but to come at 1:15, for no waiting. . . . We first went down the Hgwy for the passport picture. As we drove, I realized with horror, that I did not have my tooth in. (Replacement for broken tooth when I cracked it on frozen candy bar Leaving a space). Sue was chewing gum, so we designed a gum tooth. Ha ha. . . . Then no glasses, take my glasses off, and I was shocked ! My makeup on my eyes made one eye go up, and one eye down. I looked drunk, or incapacitated. Or worse yet, very old. . . . So with my eyes askew, my crooked mouth with no smile, bright red lipstick, I had my picture taken. . . . Next step, get the old lady delivered to the embassy. in a high van, in front of the line of 75 people waiting. . . . Our driver brought a small step ladder. It was normally just one large step up or down, but 3 steps for me, with artificial hips. . . . So we pulled up, and i got out, hearing my daughter say we have an appt. and I can’t stand in line long. The officer ran to get me a wheelchair, and they pushed me in, passed all others with gaping mouths. . . . . . They took my umbrella away ( it did look like a weapon). But didn’t check the beeper, when it went off. Of course, I had a metal wheelchair. Ha ha . . . . Once inside Sue took care of the paper work and payment, etc., and I rode merrily out without a word, passed a large group still waiting. . . . I told Sue, I could have a Russian accent for all they know, never asking the old lady to speak. . . . Once outside, in reverse, in my wheelchair I passed the gaping mouths, to my ladder beside the van, up 3 steps and away we went. . . . . . . The accident we passed on the way in, was still waiting for the police to come. And, it started to rain. . . . What a pleasant day. I am lucky to be 84. Ha ha. Luv, Shirley
That is certainly “true blue Shirley”! Love it!