When I went to get Grandma this afternoon there was an interesting program on the radio so I had to sit out in the van and listen to the last 10 minutes of it. Did you know that if you were to stop Icelanders on the streets and ask them if they believe in elves and fairies, one out of two would say yes? And if you asked them why, they would say it's because they know someone who has seen one? And that there is a government official in charge of road and bridge construction who will actually have the location of projects moved if there is a possibility they could inconvenience the "little people?" And that if a politician were to say he didn't believe the little people exist, that politician would fall quickly out of favour? Yes indeedy. I didn't know either.

We celebrated Grandma's 92nd birthday (why I'd been thinking it was the 93rd, I don't know) with a roast chicken supper followed by ice cream with chocolate cake that Everett made yesterday and iced in a fancy green last night. Scott and I drove Grandma back to the lodge (a moose ran for a ways in the ditch alongside the van; Scott saw it, but I didn't notice; it was dark and "Are they friendly spirits, Bullwinkle?" as Scott likes to say to me) after a short tour of the Christmas lights in town. There are a lot and they're looking good; I was impressed.

Again when we stepped into the hallway after entering Grandma's building, she wondered why we were there. "You've lived here for the past two-and-a-half years," I reminded her— three times in response to further queries, before we got to her door.
Once we were in, with her coat hung up and her birthday gifts put away, she walked us to the door as she always does, but not before she was hugged and greeted by a number of the other residents who were in the sitting area outside her door, where some of them play cards every night and others watch. No wonder she is happy there.