It's been a low-key couple of months as I adjust to my new living situation. There haven't been a whole lot of funny moments to share. There have been several good thinking moments. I'm not sure they'd be interesting to anyone else, though, so I haven't written much. But when you get bogged down in the editing process before you've even written, you're dead. And I miss writing. I hope you'll find some sort of hospitality and a kind of welcome, recognition, and love here.
Grandpa's made me laugh this week by:
Asking how much Dad was going to charge him for his regular haircut and "manicure", then when Dad said "$600," saying, "I'll have Kerri pay for it." Later when I fake-scolded him about spending my money, he gave me a kiss on the cheek. Oh sure, Grandpa, pull out the big guns.
Asking me to "fix" three items on a small nearby table so that they were all the same distance from the front edge of the table. "I've got a ruler in the desk so you can measure them," Grandpa said helpfully. I gave him a look.
Laughing and covering up his watch and moving his arms around when I'm trying to remove his watch and apply a medicine in lotion form to the inside of his forearms. He cracks himself up.