“I love my bedroom,” Grandpa said. While he was in the nursing home, he prayed that he would have a room someday all by himself where he could write. And he asked for a room with a view, too. His bedroom has windows on three sides facing north, south, and east. So, technically this move is all a result of Grandpa’s prayers – not to mention mine. Sometimes we have to wait a long time, but God is faithful!
Grandpa’s singing at the top of his lungs right over Claire’s bedroom where she is sleeping in late. Yesterday, Robert set his clock ahead because he has been dilly-dallying at bedtime instead of brushing his teeth. So this morning when it was really 9:00 (the usual time he gets up), he thought is was 9:15, so he started in on his vocal exercises!
Ugh! I am not ready for this.
A few days later, Grandpa told me that Robert had set his watch ahead. I don’t how he found out but he did.
“Why did he do that?” he asked asked me.
“Because you keep dilly-dallying at bedtime,” I said.
“No, I don’t.” he said.
“Well, good,” I said. “You stick to the schedule, and I’ll give back your 15 minutes.
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!