Pigs and fishes cant fly

This is for my dear friend Jamie,who asked me to go for a Weird description of the so called Mythical Grandmother,whom he send me a pic of.
P.S.Since its a weird post the Ps arrives first.No offence ment neither now nor ever for whatsoever and whomsoever.
I saw her crossing the parking lot at the grocery store, only from the back, as she was walking away,
determinedly. I summed her up in a few seconds, shallow, I know, perhaps, but the images and thoughts swelled in my mind.
 Ripe, rushing and full as a stream in March. She wore tan capris, a dark tone, like coffee with milk, and I could tell by her panty lines that she was definitely not wearing a thong. At the likely decade of her sixties, perhaps leaning ever toward the seventies, she looked like a suburban,
matronly, country-clubbing, GRANDMOTHER !

Falling into Malazan !

Gosh ! its ain no cake walk (just curious this sayin does not make no sense i mean makin cakes is serious business wonder how it got linked for jobs done easy),well enough of wondering off  from what i was coming to say ,writing rather managing the blog is one task,for i had so seldom dropped in here but then never quite jolted down,anyways bygones be bygones (life saver of a saying).

I  am these days head over heels on this book called "The Malazan book of  Fallen" by Steven Erickson, fantasy in its most unadulterated form.
Had always liked writers like Grr Martin (the songs of ice and fire series fame and then putting of his 5th book of the series from a couple of yrs infame) ,but this book was a surprise i mean imagine Men,Demons and Gods of all involved in a plot,makes up for some reading i say Mister !