G: Oh yes! And I'm merving...
Me: ...?... what?
G: Merv- no, uhhhh, merving... no...
(by now we're both laughing)
G: chuckles No...
G: laughs No...
Me: Okay, I'm out.
G: Oh! looking very sure of herself -- MERVING!
Me: That's still not a word Grandma. But I love how sure you were! (as my sister said when I was telling her this story - points for confidence, for sure)
G: Oh, well... I don't know.
I tried to bring my mom in on the conversation and see if she knew - she can be a really good guesser when it comes to Grandma-isms - but she was lost too. And by then Grandma probably forgot what she was going to say anyway.
She's 89 years old. She'll be 90 in December. I just wanted to write this down before I forgot it because I thought it was so cute and so funny and shows that even though she gets frustrated with herself for forgetting words (in her third language!!!), she has a great sense of humor about it and doesn't let it make her unpleasant or unhappy.
She really is probably the sweetest and nicest person I know.
Here she is (with a fluffy Belle) when she was still living next door walking back home after dinner. One day I randomly picked Belle up and put her on the walker. Belle didn't seem to mind, and Grandma loved that she was pushing Belle. After one or two more times Belle started waiting at the bottom of the steps to be picked up and put on.