In replying to my e-mail about my previous week, my mother observed that my account was peppered with reports of singing and dancing. She noted that this was something that had emerged in the last several months. She didn't remember my being interested in music or dance in the past.
She said this shift reminded her of her own mother, who had almost developed another personality around the age that I am now. In my maternal grandmother's case, the great awakening involved art. She discovered a talent and passion for painting. She became something of a Grandma Moses, which was neat to witness.
My grandmother was a really cool person. To be compared with her -- in any way, shape or form -- feels like a compliment.