{The Welcome Home}

I’m feeling a bit rusty.

Since my last post, my days have been less pathetic than normal, so I haven’t had as much drive to update the blog. It’s amazing how my pitiful loneliness really kicked my writing skills into gear. I don’t think I’ve put that much effort into a tapestry of words since my flash-in-the-pan as an actual, paid-by-the-hour, investigatory journalist. You may recognize me now … I was the one proclaiming the important news like what 8-year-olds think about Valentine’s Day or the details of an old lady’s bubble gum collection ... you know, the real breaking news. But that’s a full 17 months that we’d all be better to just forget.

As I was saying though, many things have happened as of late. Most importantly – the trampoline is fixed! This is good for everybody. Grandpa no longer asks about it and I may bounce to my pleasure.

Next up, Jordan is home for good! While it’s exciting to be married again, this is also very good for the daily Grandpa-Lindsey interactions. Now we can tag-team. When I don’t think I can chat any longer about the neighbor who may or may not be in the hospital {or dead…we’re not exactly sure what happened there}, I can defer all questions to Jordan and it’s like a whole new way of life. I let him jump right in and I can go back to doing my crossword puzzles.

Since Jordan decided to give up the estranged lifestyle, I’ve had a lot more drive to do life’s funner things and almost completed my first crossword without googling the clues.  It was wild.

Despite all the changes around here, many things are the same and Jordan is quickly getting reacquainted with the grandpa lifestyle.

I’m not sure what Jordan wore to bed for the past three months, but at grandpa’s house, it’s always a good idea to be fully clothed at all times. The old man often likes to “check in” before bedtime. Throughout the summer, grandpa would occasionally peak through my bedroom door at about 11 p.m., flick on the light – I’d try to pretend he didn’t wake me out of a dead sleep and burn out my retinas with the unexpected flood of luminosity – and we’d say goodnight. {These days, I’m not as lame and can stay up past 10:13 p.m., just so you know.} Now that Jordan’s home, grandpa does about the same thing, but when he checks in he just says, “See ya later.” And closes the door. Maybe I’m just used to it, but I think it took Jordan by surprise the other night. 

In the last few week’s, Jordan’s also joined the Battle of the Bathroom Towels. It’s been a long, hard skirmish and grandpa’s troops have been resilient. I don’t know why, but I have this thing about people using my bath towels. It’s not just grandpa, it’s anybody. I like to clean my face and dry my bum with a towel that’s reserved for me and me alone. It’s one {of many things} I refuse to share. I just like to know that if it’s dirty, it’s my own dirt that made it that way. Anyways, long story short, grandpa likes to share towels. I’ve tried many methods to keep our towels separate, but I haven’t found a solution that can stand against grandpa’s sneak attacks.

Suggestions concerning this new ailment will be accepted and if I get one that can conquer the Towel Thief I may consider a Grandpa Diaries Giveaway of some sort – just think of it, you could win a weekend away with grandpa or something exciting like that. Get your ideas in if you want a chance at that.