by Deb Baker/Hannah Reed
Grandma Johnson, one of the characters in my Gertie Johnson series, is ninety-two and going strong. She might even outlive her daughter at this pace. BTW, Grandma is short and crabby.
Which got me thinking about longevity. Seems to me those short, mean ones live forever.
Is it the venom in their veins that keeps them going? Or the sheer will to hang around and make us suffer until death (our death) parts us?
Is it that they go to doctors more than the rest of us? Are they more likely to be hypochondriacs? They certainly are pessimists, those short, crabby ones. Are optimists oblivious to their own health issues, tending to let things go until its too late?
Although tall, crabby people don't live so long. Do they? And then another question - have I ever known a tall, crabby person? I can't think of a single one.
Do you have any thoughts on this subject?