It’s been
brought to my attention that some may mistake my honest humor as cynicism …
well, you’ve hit it on the button.
I promise
each documented happening has been the honest to goodness truth. When
reflecting on my daily grandpa experiences, I get the whole
shoulder-angel-and-devil thing. Unfortunately, the little hellion on my left
shoulder quashes the adorable cherub’s upbeat encouragement on my right;
resulting in a slew of sarcastic internal thoughts {but it’s all thunk in a
loving way, of course}.
These
notions often end up streaming straight from my head and into my computer. I
can’t stop it. {Jordan would be
the first to attest to my incapacity to think before I speak … or publish in
this matter. I always ramble awkwardly/ incoherently/ shamelessly; and it’s
usually to his detriment}. Sometimes I’ll be in the middle of a sentence and
I’ll think, “Don’t say that.” And then I say it. Why? I don’t know. Like I
said… I can’t stop it.
But to make
up for any misunderstandings, I’ve decided to dedicate this post to the reasons
why I LOVE my grandpa. {I’ve also been out of town for a good chunk of the
week, so I didn’t soak up as much of the awe-inspiring craziness as I normally
do.}
The
following is my All-The-Things-I-Love-About-My-Grandpa-Plus-A-Few list:
1. I LOVE
when grandpa tells me my meals are “just like uptown.” {or “downtown” he likes
to substitute the two just to change it up a little bit.} I don’t know how he
remembers uptown/downtown, because right now there’s not a ton going for those
locations in good ‘ole Idaho Falls – today it’s a little more eastside, but any
who, that’s open for debate. No matter the context, I’m sure this is a
complement. Who thought frozen cordon bleu and Lipton Rice Sides were
comparable to any public food establishment? I’m honored.
2. I LOVE
grandpa’s cinematic tastes. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy his choice of
television programs most of the time, too. There’s nothing like building a
lasting grandfather/granddaughter relationship while watching TruTV. He even
gets his Jersey Shore on every once in a while {though I don’t think he totally
knows what’s going on.} But it’s the movies that I enjoy the most. Since moving
in, I’ve watched a handful of movies with the old man, including: “The Natural”,
“The Ides of March” {edited version, of course, which didn’t really make any
sense. Apparently all the important stuff happens during the scandalous scenes.
But – to use grandpa’s words – it was a good time, nevertheless}, “Eight
Seconds”, “A League of Their Own”, “Sleepless In Seattle” and “You’ve Got
Mail.” You might note that half of the movies we watch are Tom Hanks classics.
Grandpa loves him some Tom Hanks. Though he usually thinks “kissing shows” are
gross, he thinks Hanks is the BANANAS!
3. I LOVE
grandpa’s stories. Though I’ve heard most of them 101 times {“The Dumpy
Sheephearder”, “The Boxing Record: 55-5-1” or “The Time I Blew-Up The Beaver
Dam With A Stick Of Dynamite” – Don’t worry, I’ll devote entire posts to these
stories; they’re pretty classic. This is just to tickle your curiosity.}
Anyways, though I’ve heard most of these stories a million times, the facts
change just a little bit with each telling. Grandpa gets so excited to tell a
story, even though he pretends like it’s not a big deal. He always makes them
truly entertaining.
4. I LOVE
being able to say what grandpa’s thinking before he says it {see
All-The-Things-I-Love-About-My-Grandpa-Plus-A-Few #’s 1 and 2}. I always try to
beat him to the punch and call our meals “uptown” and our movies “kissing shows”
before he does. I think it takes him by surprise, like “That’s exactly what I
was just thinking!” I LOVE it.
Though there
are many more reasons why I love my grandfather, my word count is getting a
little high… who likes to read more than 600 words in one sitting? Not me. And
this is becoming downright novel-ish.
Perhaps this
week I’ll spend a little more time with grandpa, just so soak up the good
things.
We could wander
downtown for a truly uptown meal, then end the night with a good Tom Hanks kissing
show.
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