Since my last post was a bit heavy-hearted, I thought I would share with you some of the hilarity that is my Grandaddy. He has always been the type of man to just say whatever he is thinking. It has gotten him into trouble a time or ten. But by now I guess he figures he is an old man and by golly he’s just going to do what he wants.
We got to the assisted living facility on Saturday afternoon to visit Grandaddy. They had recently moved his room, so we set out to look for his new digs. I eventually spotted him in the solarium, in serious conversation with two nurses: one male and one female. He was hunched over in his wheelchair, pointing and gesturing, and the nurses were sitting there listening to him with very amused looks on their faces.
I got to the solarium and tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned and saw me and said “hey, there’s my first granddaughter! And my great grandsons!” He was so excited to see us. The look on his face when he turned around made the whole 5-6 hour drive completely worth it. But I digress. The nurses got up to leave so that we could visit with Grandaddy, and as they left the room he turned to them and said “hey! You two get that worked out, you hear me?” The male nurse gave a very grave nod and a thumbs-up. I was concerned, thinking there was an issue with his accommodations or his physical therapy or his general care. So I asked him what he needed the nurses to get worked out.
“I’m making a love connection. I’m aiming to get those two together.”
Zac and I both cracked up laughing. My grandfather is apparently the facility’s Cupid. He said he’s been working on those two for a couple of weeks. Evidently, the male nurse leans over the desk at the nurses station whenever that particular female nurse is on duty, and he chats with her and makes googly eyes at her. No other nurses garner this reaction from him, so Grandaddy figured he would help a brother out.
We brought some breakfast to the facility the next morning before heading out so we could spend a little more time with my grandparents. After visiting for about an hour, Grandaddy started looking at the wall clock. I asked him if he had somewhere to be, physical therapy or something like that, and he said, “I’ve got an appointment at 9:15. I have to find those nurses and keep working on my love connection.”
Those poor people. They may as well go ahead and get married. Grandaddy won’t rest until those two are headed down the aisle.