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It's odd, the sensory details you associate with a person in your life. I associate my grandmother with salt-shakers.

I stood in front of my open fridge a few moments ago in a dark kitchen, and was looking at the small bowl of eggs that I'd hard-boiled a few hours earlier. I imagined taking them to work tomorrow to eat one or two on my break; I thought that I'd have to ask one of the stores in the food court of the mall for salt packs, and that maybe this time I should take my own salt instead.

And then I was nine years old again, sitting at the base of the black stone statue in the park in front of the downtown San Jose Superior Courthouse, watching my grandmother and her hands pull out a skinny, clear glass salt-shaker covered in a paper towel at the top and secured with a rubber band, watching her sprinkle it onto the hard boiled egg while I ate a rye bread sandwhich. She was telling me that statues were wonderful places to sit and have lunch.

I grabbed a diet coke from the fridge, closed the door, and thought "I want to see Grandma."

But reality came back, and I remembered that it nearly eleven, that she was probably sleeping, tired at the least, and I could talk to her on Monday.

I'm feeling a bit solemn, now.

Edit: with help from some external nudging, I called my grandmother and told her I was thinking of her, despite the late hour. Now I feel like more like Wesley in AtS's Legacy, except for the shooting part and a lingering desire to hug.

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Re: ::gives in to the huggles::

[rashaka.livejournal.com]

my grandma likes to eat those, too. :D