Last month I moved in with Mom & Dad to care full-time for Grandpa, who also lives with them. Grandpa and I share the finished basement which includes a full kitchen which I assume works, although I haven't actually turned the stove on yet. It's a good set-up, though it requires quite a mental adjustment - more so than I expected. Living with my parents, still grieving for my loss of my dogs and teaching job, and uncertainty re: how long this new stage in life will last have all caused me to feel as if I've dived into a deep lake. I am enveloped, and my attention has focused down to the narrowest of points. I am only now beginning to bob to the surface.
So I haven't had a lot of funny times with Grandpa to share, although I have noticed something interesting. Now that I'm living here and not sitting next to Grandpa all day, he's had to come up with new ways to get or maintain my attention. Grandpa is very reliant on a consistent schedule, and if I am late to change the channel or begin preparing meal, or even if he thinks I might be late, he will turn the TV up loud, clap, holler, bang things on his tray, etc. I try to watch the clock because after a while that stuff just isn't cute anymore (!). But it's interesting to observe our behavior and our attempts to modify each others'. I think we deserve each other.
The other day I overheard Grandpa mumbling to himself. Uh-oh, I thought, was he beginning to go senile? I thought I'd better check. "Grandpa?"
"Are you okay?"
"You were talking to yourself. Or were you talking to me?"
"Oh - no. I was repeating what the two Andy Griffith shows were this morning so I could remember them."
And we're back.