Watching the Republican Convention with Grandpa. A country western singer comes on and Grandpa asks me if I remember Mario Lanza (not sure if I follow that train of thought, Grandpa). Now John McCain is on, and Grandpa says, “He’s banging Obama!” LOL
I love my men! Robert and Eric are giving Grandpa a shower (I’m staying clear – the joking by those two is ridiculous and I am NOT going to repeat them all for Grandpa)! Anna said, “Poor, grandpa, he’s got two of them now.” Double the fun.
The late night merry-makers have returned for a dinner of chuck roast, potatoes, carrots, and gravy. Love the noise, the laughter and the brother-sister jesting! Dinner no matter what time of night is a joyful occasion!
Grandpa, Eric, and I are sitting out on the porch. It’s a little warm out here and I asked Grandpa if he wanted me to take his long sleeve shirt off (he has an undershirt on), but I could tell by the way he shook his head that he wouldn’t be caught dead on the porch in his underwear. I told him, “You’re too much of a prude to be caught in your pajamas, Grandpa!” He laughed. He definitely is a prude and a real ladies man. We managed to convince him to unsnap his shirt down the front. He’s wearing a vintage cowboy shirt with pearlized buttons. Yep, quite a ladies man!
Us trying to alleviate the pressure on Grandpa’s pressure sore, and Grandpa trying to get his way…
“Why isn’t my control plugged in (wants us to raise the bed up which causes more pressure)?”
“This isn’t working for me (Bob trying to keep his head at 30 degrees)!”
And so on, and so forth…