Age vs Youth

I've read the book Tuedsays with Maurie and thought it was a nice idea. But I have never been able to communicate with an elderly person without explaining myself so much. But, really, I'm just thinking of my conversations with my grandmother. She's crazy, and not from a disease or old age, and not in the good way, more like she is stuck in her world and what revolves around her and if it doesn't pertain she ignores it. Unfortunatley, she doesn't have a sense of humor either. We are constantly misunderstanding eachother.
The most obvious form of her disreguard for who I am is manifest in her birthday and christmas presents for me. For my thirteenth birthday she gave me a grill-cheese maker...because when she asked me three months earlier if I liked hers, and I said, "yes" she thought I would like one as well.
If it were only one bad present, I wouldn't be writing a blog. When she gives me clothes she shops in the old-lady section, surely. Before I came to Montana, she gave me a "denim" vest - I say "denim" because it wasn't, it was cotton dyed to look like denim, the J.C. Penny kind of denim. The real downfall is that she manages to pick out very cute things for my mother and sister. Therefore I can only infer that she does this to me perposefully. She would, too, just because she doesn't understand sarcasm.
There are more stories but, I think I've made my point. Socrates was right, young and old are separated by more than years.