Last Quarter? We do get to be Grandma and Grandpa ... that's pretty cool. We have 5 grand-daughters and a grand-son ... young still .... oldest is only 17 and the youngest is almost 7. Every one of them ... what's the expression? bundles of joy. Well, most of the time.
It's really just one occasion that got to me, recently. M and I drove NorthEast for about 300 miles ... M has a younger sib who has a child just getting married. The youngest of the GSpawns had arrived with her parents and we met them ... the Sib, her husband, our 50 year old with spouse and their little princess. Some of us walked to the beach ... it really smelled ... New England Purple Tide, or something. Played a bit on the beach ... what a hoot.
But it was walking back. The little kid musta been looking for a kickback. Her Dad and my young Brother-in-law were walking ahead and we were singing silly songs that we had written together. It's hot .... I'm in a-fib and the kid lets it rip:
Kid: Grandpa ... I wanna bring you a sandwich when you're 100 years old.
GP: That's pretty old.
Kid: Not for you, Grandpa.
GP: So, what kinda sandwich.
Kid: It doesn't matter. You're just more fun ...
crazier but more fun ... than all the others.
They really know how to get to ya! I think they read the Shop-Manuals on how Grandmas and Grandpas are assembled. Over the years, I've treated a lot of people who see no reason to go on ... life had become extremely painful. And, indeed, life is painful. Still, there are moments when standing erect on the surface of this planet makes so much sense.
And when your Grandpa sometimes dresses up like Donald Trump, it ain't all that easy.
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