A few days ago Grandpa had told me all about the breakfast he made with eggs and toast, but when I had looking in the fridge no eggs were missing. Because of this I mmmhm'd through his story this morning about waking up early, going over to look at the bay and going over to Tina's to have a big breakfast. I had parked my car behind him the night before so I didn't think much of it. When I was running out the door to my interview I noticed grandpa's car parked next to mine instead of in front of it. My car was where I left it--about right up to the garage. I'm pretty sure we could tape this feat of maneuvering and send it to the DMV for a re-issue of his license.
When I got back from my interview we had a little lunch and Grandpa gave me a little trouble about his medicine-"Let's just skip that today. Has Punky [Cynthia] come around? I haven't seen her in weeks." Once I got it all explained we took our almost daily trip to the gas station down the road to get new cigarettes. "Can you get me the blue Pall Malls? The red ones or a little too strong." Carol wants to know. "Yes, fine," replies Grandpa, but when he leaves the store he has an entire package of Marlboro Red Longs. Now I'm standing in line to get Grandma's cigarettes. "What is this? You smoke?," asks Grandpa when I return to the car. "I'm thinking about it," I say.
Me and Grandpa finish our dinner and Carol is still working on hers. I'm cleaning up the kitchen as Grandpa goes to smoke. He can't find a lighter and wants Carol to lend him the one in her pocket. She's eating so she says to wait a moment. So now he's just standing over her. "It's been a moment." "Mmmmhm," she says, and continues her meal without any noticeable concern. For a couple minutes they are locked in this position--him glaring over her, and her calmly eating pork chops. I finally start laughing and grab him the lighter that's been sitting next to his chair the entire time. Classic.
In the high spirits I have been having today, I have another funny anecdote. My Grandparents are in LOVE with my cat, MauMau. He follows me around and whenever we are in the kitchen 70% of the conversation is how beautiful and nice and pretty he is. Yesterday, when Grandpa was in a grumpy mood, he wanted MauMau to come over to be petted. The problem was that MauMau has been avoiding Grandpa all day (seems like cats can pick up on anger), so he just lays on the kitchen floor by my feet while I'm doing the dishes. Finally, in frustration of trying to get the cat over to his chair, Grandpa starts sputtering about how if MauMau doesn't want to be petted then he can just go find someone else's kitchen floor to lay on. If I ever need to know that his outbursts aren't to be taken personally, this is a reminder. No man, women or beast will be allowed to step foot on Grandpa's floor unless they behave accordingly.
To sum up--
Daily sanity level of house: 9 (out of 10)--Cheese and Rice!
Erika's daily activity away from house: My interview
Daily lesson: In the face of hostility, be calm like the Mau
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