Amo, Amas, Amat ...

Here is another thing I have in common with my gramma, via my mama-- crossword puzzles. People are always talking about the kind of swagger someone must have to do the NYT Sunday puzzle in ink.  I have to tell you... Carolyn & Lynn think nothing of it.  My mother brought a book of crossword puzzles to her natural delivery of me; crossword puzzles are de rigueur  for any sort of long wait.  And  we always, always consult on possible answers.

Today I was in the living room with my mother, grandmother & grandfather.  My mother was reading her book, sitting next to Gramma's bed.  My grandfather dozed, shirtless (inexplicably so... I imagine it was the heat, but the air was on).  I loaded a puzzle on my NYT crossword puzzle app and saw a clue that my grandmother would absolutely know.  

We're both Latin geeks.  Gramma took it at Dunbar; I took it at Banneker.  We each excelled at it.

"What's the literal translation of video?"  I said, with a laugh, after telling my mother that I'd hit a clue Gramma would absolutely know.  My mother repeated it to Gramma, who appeared a asleep and disengaged.

"I see,"  she said, very clearly.

Carolyn rocks.