373. She preferred looking at the Christmas trees without her glasses: in that view, large colorful snowflakes hung in green space, and those lights on the other side of the tree blinked on and off as she moved her head. If Grandma removed her glasses for any length of time it would always end in migraine but, for the sake of a well decorated tree, she felt it was worth it. She sat every afternoon in her chair waiting for her headache, exactly as one might sit on a bench awaiting a bus. After the tree had received enough attention she would leave for a nap. She walked with her eyes half closed, taking in just enough to get her body to work. Her knees made crackling sound when she walked up stairs, never when she walked down.