Closure

Had an interesting conversation with Grandma over dinner tonight.

It started when we were looking for an antibiotic she needed to take with dinner.  She keeps her meds in a ziploc bag and one of the tops of the bottles had come off and there were white horse pills bouncing around inside.  Lucky for us, it was just the augmentin we were looking for!

This led Grandma to relate "an old and very popular family joke" about how she couldn't ever close or finish anything.  This very old popular story was new to me, and frankly, I thought the open jars and tubs and tupperware containers and pill bottles and lotions and drawers and doors were because of her ARTHRITIS, not because of some deep seated aversion to shutting things.

Apparently not.  She will never finish a glass of milk or orange juice, she'll never completely close cabinet doors or bathroom doors.  Even while in use.  After explaining how she'd much rather "let it all hang out" she asked me if I locked the bathroom door, insinuating that we might be drastically different people based on our peeing privacy preference (I smell a facebook quiz coming on...)  I stammered "No... but I do like to shut the door all the way."  I never imagined having to specify that particular detail of my life.

Grandma theorizes that all this OPENNESS has something to do with her need for CLOSURE.  Unsure of whether she knows what "closure" really is I asked her why she feels she needs closure, silently wondering that if it was a matter of a door here and there, would closure be so far out of reach?  She laughed and laughed, saying that perhaps she should consult "My Son, The Psychologist." (Dad, if you're out there, that's a can of worms that should remain UNopened...)

All psychology aside, the open bottles and bins do make it rather easy for her to get along by herself. And, honestly, rather than getting all deep about her state of mind or her thought process, I'll instead blame the (open) bottle of wine in the fridge... Grandma's favorite: Pinot Therapy.