This might make a good companion piece. I wrote it about my self before I got a second phone line. Grandma’s Surfin’ the ‘Net by Kathryn Parks Grandma used to make us cherry pies and call us on the phone. She would talk to us for hours; now she leaves us all alone. We miss her homemade biscuits and I’ll make this little bet, If we want to contact Grandma, she’ll be surin’ the ‘net! Chorus: Grandma’s surfin’ the ‘net, yes, she’s surfin’ the ‘net! We’ve been calling her all morning and we haven’t got her yet. She’s on her e-mail surname list with her electronic friends. If you want to talk to Grandma, you’ll have to surf the ‘net. Second Verse: Grandma’s never surfed at Malibu or caught a wave at Waikiki. She’s never seen a surf board, “Hang ten!”, just doesn’t mean a thing. She’s never met a beach bum; to her Moon Doggie’s just a pup. But when she heads to her computer, then you know the surf is up!! Repeat Chorus: Grandma’s getting older and her eyes are getting dim; Her random access memory is half of what it’s been. When St. Peter comes to call, she’ll say, “I’m not going yet! He’ll have to wait on Grandma, ‘cause she’s surfin’ the ‘net. Repeat Chorus: