Today I escape from The Compound and bond with the old grandsons. We’ll watch pathetic superheroes skitter around the big screen and eat some popcorn and then hang out at my local steakhouse and talk about their latest adventures.
It’s a source of wonder and joy that they actually like me. Reliable sources inform me that’s not a typical result. So we’ll spend some time and absorb some calories and maybe fifty or sixty years from now when I’m just a headstone in a field one of them will have a stray thought about me and maybe smile. That would be perfect.
So things will be a little slow starting out today. Enjoy your Saturday.
I am 70 plus and I still have strong and cherished memories of my grandparents. My grandmothers for love and cooking, my two grandfathers for all the mischief they helped me and my brother get into. We still reminisce about our grandpaws (papaw in our family) and all they helped us get into and made sure we didn’t suffer the consequences. I can only hope my grandson will do the same when he has his own family, and tell his children all that he and I did together and the hilarity that ensued.
It’s nice when you can compare the experience with being the grandson and the grandfather in that relationship. My maternal grandfather was a larger than life character whose life was an exciting and interesting story but the reason he means so much to me is because when I was young boy he’d take me and my brothers to a hamburger joint and buy us fast food and spend a few hours telling us stories and acting like one of the boys. That’s how I got the idea to do the same. We can spend a few hours together and talk… Read more »