by jillnovak | Sep 2, 2012 | Uncategorized
“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!
by jillnovak | Aug 29, 2012 | Uncategorized
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.
by jillnovak | Aug 29, 2012 | Uncategorized
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
by jillnovak | Aug 26, 2012 | Uncategorized
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.
by jillnovak | Aug 21, 2012 | Uncategorized
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!
by jillnovak | Aug 18, 2012 | Uncategorized
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!