Bob's Produce Ranch

For the past few weeks my grandma has been going on and on about finding home-grown strawberries. She tried at Sam's Club but the strawberries there were imported from California. So today she's commandeering me to go out to Fridley (north of here on the Mississippi) to a farmer's market store to get some.

I was kind of hoping to get a day to myself, since Messengers met on Fri and then church on Sat, and I have an appointment with Doc Sig (finally) on Mon. But Grandma's sister is coming too, so hopefully it won't be too bad. My grandma isn't the easiest person for a loner to be around. She can be emotionally manipulative (though I don't know if she's aware of it) and feels the need to share the most mundane details of her life. This might be ok if she could remember whatall she's told me from week to week, but she always repeats herself. It can get tedious.

But I won't tell her this, partly because she's 70 and can't help it, but she'd get all pouty and make me feel guilty. So I put up with it. I mean, it can't last much longer, right?