Living with Grandma

Well, with lolo (grandpa) gone, I've moved in with lola (grandma) just so she won't be all alone in the house. Well, things have perked up here, since we can't exactly stop living just because lolo's gone. I do kinda wish I've had asked him to teach me how to use his abacus before he passed away... He's got such a cool antique abacus and I just thought it'll rock if I could use it like he did. He actually preferred an abacus to a calculator.

Anyway, life here is okay, excpet that lola doesn't like to have maids in the house, so now I'm actually learning how to cook and do laundry. Hardly anyone would subject themselves to my cooking though, and nobody trusts me with their laundry, so basically my only real chore here is watering the plants...

I'm just a bit downed by the fact that I can't wear anything except black, white, and grey. And especially not red (which sucks because red suddenly became my favorite color to wear. funny enough, I HATE pink, but now I love wearing it despite the fact that I hate it) but at least it's only for 40 days. My lola was saying how she's gonna miss wearing all her shoes, because she can't wear colorful stuff for a year because she's the widow.