Not too much has been going on around here lately, grandma has been a little sick so we’ve kind of been going through the motions as usual. Grandpa’s birthday is tomorrow! The Big 8-8 I believe.
Here’s your weekly dose of grandpa wisdom, from our conversation over breakfast:
Grandpa (opening up junk mail about the local elections): “I don’t know any of these guys! You know, most people just vote their political party nowadays anyway. No one really votes for the person.
Me: “Yeah it’s bad. That’s normal now though”
Grandpa: “For all they know, they could be voting for a monkey or a…one-legged deer”
If only he kept up with the news on politics..
On a less politically centered note, I laid out on the lawn today, loving the soft bermuda grass that you won’t find in Florida. It’s like a plush comforter! Grandpa reminded me twice that there was a lawn chair in the shed, to which I tried to brush off and continue on my Great Gatsby reading.
…But apparently that wasn’t acceptable. He whistled over to the shed, grabbed a vintage lounge chair, complete with rotting pieces of criss-crossing plastic, and sat it right down next to me. He then took the lawn chair that I had taken from him earlier when he went inside and strolled on over to the pavement and plopped down. Right as I sat on my newly acquired gem and pushed my feet towards the edges to push myself back, my heel fell in a little and the plastic ripped. Just to please him, I stayed out for about 30 more minutes, afraid to move an inch and cause a funniest home video scene by myself in the middle of the yard.
Oh grandpa….88 years and you’ve still got that subtle prodding down pact.