Almost all of us have Granny Weatherall in our blood. When I say that, I don't mean that we"re all going to live up to eighty; what I mean is that we all deny, we fail to plan, and we, most importantly, procrastinate. We"re all guilty of one or two of these unavoidable acts, but my brother Joseph strikes an amazing similarity to Granny.
We often believe what we want to believe because it makes us feel good. We often deny reality, even though it's staring us straight in the face. In the beginning of the story, Granny wanted to be left alone, thinking of herself as, " a well woman- (par. 7). At the same time, Joseph didn't believe he needed any advice. Often times my parents discouraged him from getting married; over and over they told him that he wasn't ready financially: he had no steady job and nor did he even own a car! They both denied that they needed help.
Nobody plans and sketches their whole life out. It's hard enough to budget what little money we have, what then if it's our life we"re talking about? It's literally impossible, so nobody does it. Once Granny tried planning for death: "She had spent so much time preparing for death- (par. 18). Alas, all her planning went to waste: death never came. My brother Joseph doesn't even know what the word means! He lives at home with my parents, survives from paycheck to paycheck with zero bills to pay, and then goes out and does the unthinkable: he gets married.
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Finally, procrastination--the one word most everybody are guilty of. Granny had a lot of things left undone:.
Oh, my dear Lord, do wait a minute. I meant to do something about the Forty Acres, Jimmy doesn't need it and Lydia will later on, with that worthless husband of hers. I meant to finish the altar cloth and send six bottles of wine to Sister Borgia for her dyspepsia. I want to send six bottles of wine to Sister Borgia, Father Connolly, now don't let me forget .
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