Just Another Pebble

Okay, so here's the deal. When it comes to dating, Nana has some interesting opinions entirely different from mine. I have come to the conclusion that her favorite phrase is "There's always another pebble on the beach." The best example is May 11. My heart was shattered in a bazillion pieces and other than a few words not appropriate, the first words she said were, "There's always another pebble on the beach." I looked at her as if she was on drugs and continued crying the tears that if collected, would probably be the Pacific Ocean by now. Seriously. Did I really want to be told there was another guy out there when I had just been dumped by the guy I firmly believed I was going to marry? Of course not. Although I do realize she has a point, it's still rather difficult to accept even five weeks after it happened. What changed between 1948-1951 (her dating years) and 2010 (the year I was crushed)? Well for starters, she realized that yes, there are other men out there. While she certainly wasn't the only one, she dated different men because it was something to do Friday nights (yes, I totally quoted that from her); I fell head over heels in love. I practically set myself for a heartbreak! While I do understand what she was saying, it just hasn't hit home yet. I believe that if it's meant to be, it will come in time. Nana understands time and relationships better than I do. Either I find another pebble or wait until I step on the sharp pointy one and go with it from there.

The Umbrella

So I took my mom and my Nana out shopping the other day in the pouring rain so, of course, Nana brought along her umbrella. This umbrella is not the cool, colorful kind that teenage girls and young women make sure they have: it has black squares on an absurdly odd color brown. Not exactly a fashion statement. Well, I realized after dropping her off at home that she left it in my car. My brother looks at me and says, "Is it ugly?" I respond, "Kinda...." Jared's answer? Then it's Nana's." While what he said was true (the umbrella is quite ugly), his comment got me thinking. The primary use of an umbrella is to keep us from getting wet when it rains, not to advertise them like runway models. Nana was thinking in practical terms; I was not. While we certainly want to look good, does it really make a difference if my purple umbrella does the same job as her brown one? Of course not. Her umbrella probably cost $5; mine cost $15. Different price, same job...figure that out.

Blaming the Gap

I never pictured myself as a blogger. In fact, I once told myself I would never succumb to the blogging generation. Yet, here I am typing away on my blog called Nana's Notes for she was the one who inspired me to go ahead and write. Each time she visits, I tend to be using some form of technology: my laptop, my cell phone, my iPod nearby. After witnessing the array of electronics around me, she remarks, "You kids have it made." She has a point. When she was a child in the 1930's and 40's, technology was rare and certainly not as advanced as it is today. Hence, the Generation Gap was born. You know, the 50 year gap that bridges our lives. Nana views life from entirely different angles than I do; technology is just one of the things. Others include eating habits, dating, shopping and story telling. I blame the Gap between us for igniting the spark within me to write this blog in honor, and someday a memoir, of my Nana. Quirky pieces of advice from Nana and the ability to look outside my 21st century perspective: Generation Gap, I not only blame you, I thank you.