At eighty my beloved grandma began buying insane, whimsical things. Filling her house up with all kinds of feathers, glitter, and bedazzled stuff. We’ll have to have a garage sale and get rid of it when she is gone. Or have a bonfire. Lots of laughter. One of her favorite pieces is her new cake plate. Polka dotted with a variety of bright colors. Decorated with enormous red roses. I love it way too much. She brings it out for every birthday. And some un-birthdays too. I say nothing to these vultures though. The second you say you like something they begin arguing about it. These are not easy people.