So, I don’t know if this is weird or normal. Actually there are several parts of this story that I don’t know if they are weird or normal, but we are to focus on my actions today!
Have I shared that Grandpa has moved in with mom and dad?
He and I like to go run errands, so my Instagram is frequently littered with pictures of us out and about! It’s fun and he doesn’t mind taking a selfie! It kinda cracks me up how as soon as I pull out my phone to take a picture he leans in and smiles 🙂
For those not aware, I work from home. I have a great boss and it’s a wonderful company, very small and very high tech. We all share information on our cloud, and when you call our toll free number and pick an extension, it is routed to our cell phones. It’s taken me many years to work my way to this spot and every couple of days I remember to give thanks for the blessing!
My dad also works from home. (His home, not mine.) So he is able to be here (there) for Grandpa, who due to a couple of health reasons can’t live on his own. Dad was called out of town for work this week. So I get up early, come over to mom and dad’s armed with my laptop and phone and at 6:30 am mom and I trade off. She goes to work and I set up at their dining room table. Usually about 8 am Grandpa is ready to get up and so I’ll have breakfast made, he gets up, we eat, hang out, he watches TV in the living room while I work, it’s been pretty easy to get into a routine.
The other day I posted on IG: Oxygen, the giver of life. Also the trail I follow when I hang up from a work call and I’ve lost Grandpa.
Today I had breakfast ready to go and heard him stirring. I went in, helped him get untangled and he said he wanted to rest a bit more. An hour later, I checked again – he still wasn’t quite ready to get up… Okay, a bit concerned but not worried.
Finally at 10:30, he was ready to get up; however, he didn’t feel well. Wanted some Pepto. He even pushed away his breakfast plate! So, off I went.
I wasn’t sure mom and dad had any of that pink liquid, but I went through the medicine drawer. Then I went through the medicine cabinet upstairs. Then I broke down and called mom to see if I had missed looking somewhere while I searched for some peppermint tea as a back up.
Mom goes “Upstairs in the wardrobe where we keep the Little’s clothes, there is some medicine left over from Lee, he might have had some.”
I found the medicine, but no pretty pink liquid.
And then I looked up, patted a box and said “Hi Lee!” and walked out.
Is that weird? It didn’t hit me what I did until I was walking away and then I was like, huh. Yeah, that just happened.
Most of the time when I’m in that area, it never occurs to me that Lee, technically, is right there… and I can’t say I’ve ever said hi to him… so either my life is evolving – or things got weird 🙂 Let me know. But if the answer is weird, I’m already prepared to blame a lack of sleep!