Good Monday to you and wishing you a good week ahead.

Thanks so much for all the well wishes on my Nano challenge. Speaking of Nano, today I’m talking about Nana, my Nana. All my regular readers know her very well. She’s a regular here on the blog and Jack’s best girl well everyone’s really. Sweet as pie and can bake a heck of a pie. Smarter than anyone I know she also has the secret mouth of a sailor and can bring a hardened biker to his knees with lash of her quick tongue so stay on her good side. She’s also been a caregiver for many years since I was first born until she retired taking care of many children mostly for single mothers in Harlem. Lots of time for little pay, just doing what she could to help them get on their feet, have a job and take care of their children.

Well Nana got a fright on Halloween. I picked up the phone to give her a shout and say hi see if she was all ready for her trick or treaters. She was out of breath when she picked up the phone and I could tell she was upset.

Me:What‘s wrong?
Nana: I’m just back from my pharmacy and something has got to give baby.
Me: What happened?
Nana: Well you know I have to take 6 pills a day since I’ve had these stints put in.
Sidebar: such a scary time for our family when Nana was ill over a year ago and we’re so grateful for her continued improving health.
Me: Yep
Nana: I can’t take how these costs keep going up. My income is fixed you know. My one pill that was $38.00 last month has jumped to over $90.00 this month and there is no alternative medicine. I have to take it. I can see why these little old people skip pills or meals. Anymore of this and no one will have to worry about me needing meds. I’ll end up with a heart attack.
Me: Oh Nana don’t say that.
Nana: It’s true. I get so mad over all this heath care bull@#*$. People putting a price on lives. Without the little help from my family that I get I’d be dead now. This is just awful. Something had to give. They have to pass a bill and stop messing around. It’s always the little people that suffer.

Well, that’s it people there was much more said, but I won’t go into it. I was pissed and so was she so the rating on the blog would have to go up. So this is all I have to say is that. Tomorrow is Election Day. Please go out and vote and remember to be good stewards over all.

Please.

Best,
Kwana

What’s Jack up to? This video shows how Jack is feeling over Nana going back home after hanging with him for the past week. Poor, poor Jack.

I’ll be missing Nana too. We had a great time just chilling, playing cards, people watching and trying to keep Jack in line.

Best,
Kwana

What’s Jack up to? Jack is full of pep, guess I’m in for an action packed day. Uh oh.

So, I logged on and noticed this is my 300th post. Go me! Who knew I’d stick with this blogging thing and love it so much. Thanks to all of you for sticking with me.

It was a lovely early fall weekend with Nana coming to visit. You know Jack was happy and well fed. Nana and I are true city girls, being from Harlem and all. I have to admit when I first moved to Westchester I thought it was totally the boonies since it was a whole half hour outside of the NYC and you can’t just go out to eat at 1am on a Tuesday. But many years later I’m dealing and finally getting used to the quiet.

Check out how cute Nana looks at Westchester Farms on Saturday after dropping the DD off at dance.

What about these pumpkins? Don’t you just love Fall?

Best,
Kwana

P.S. scroll down for some political fun

What’s Jack up to? He’s happy and content after getting to go over to Nana’s place where he was spoiled senseless. No, Jack! Birthday cake is not for puppies. And, Nana stop sneaking it to him!

Nana (aka. Mrs. Josephine M.) is my grandmother and she’s just about the best ever! The family matriarch, she can cook better than any body’s mama (who else calls lasagna a side dish?). She always has a willing ear, sound advice and tons of love to give. But don’t you cross her, because if need be, she’ll curse you out and have you crying in the corner, sucking your thumb like a baby. It won’t matter that you’re a forty year old man. When Nana Speaks people listen.

I love you Nana, heck, we all do! Thanks for all you do and being you.

Love,
Kwana

P.S. I’ll print this page out and send it to you because I know you’re not surfing any silly Internet