Denny and I are going to go see my grandparents (Grammy and Pop-Pop) at their house in Springville (near Cedar Rapids) this evening.  We have some spare zucchini bread (and how) to share, plus my parents are going to be there anyway.  It’s good for Grammy to have some company, since Pop-Pop had a stroke and isn’t a very good conversationalist.  I hope she enjoys the visit.

As I was writing the title for this post, I remembered something from when I was a little kid.  Every summer, my cousins and I would spend some time at what we called “Cousins’ Week,” which Grammy hosted.  We always had so much fun, and my cousins are still some of my favorite people because of it.  We’d have wienie roasts at Pop-Pop’s farm, we’d rehearse a show to present to our parents when they came to pick us up, we’d go see miniature horses, and we’d flirt with the dashing and exotic Springville boys.

I don’t remember what year it was, but one summer I wanted to write “Go to Grammy’s house” on my calendar.  I was still new to punctuation and pluralization, and I couldn’t remember how the y vs. ie and apostrophe situations were supposed to work.  Rather than risk inaccuracy, I wrote “Go to the Grammy house” on the appropriate date.  I don’t even know why I remember that so clearly, but it was still my first instinct to write “Denny and I are going to the Grammy house.”

It sounds like a place music awards are stored.  It’s not, though.  It’s just a regular house.