Last evening, Grandpa Phil called and talked to Ryan (our grandson) about helping with a clothes-sorting project at church. Ryan agreed to do it. Grandpa said he would call at 9:00 AM and pick Ry up at 10:00. That didn't happen, but Ryan was up around 10:00 when Grandpa did call. He had some cereal, took a shower, and was ready to roll when Grandpa got here around 11:00 or so to pick him up.
Meanwhile, Grandpa told me that Grandma Judy was waiting for a call from Robin (our granddaughter) about going clothes shopping. Since Robin wasn't even up yet, he suggested I call Grandma to inform her of he situation. Instead, I woke Robin and told her that she was supposed to call her other grandmother, and things went on from there. Robin fixed herself an omelette; Grandma Judy picked her up; and off they went.
I had errands to run. When I finally pulled myself together a couple of hours later, I left Ryan a note in the house, and left the front door open in case he got home before I got back...but as I was sitting in the car about to depart, I thought, DUH, just text him! And as I was doing so, Grandpa's "big brue truck" showed up in the drive and unloaded one tall kid with a soft drink in his hand. They had done their deeds, and Grandpa had taken Ry to Culver's for lunch before delivering him back to me. He decided to ride along with me.
We went first to a smoke shop, then to Meijer for cash and odds and ends, then stopped at Walgreen's to pick up a prescription of mine. When we returned, he went back to his room, which seems to be standard for the kids, and I waited for Robin's return.
When Robin came back with her treasures from shopping with Grandma Judy, she had to come to the patio because, somehow, I had automatically locked the front door as was actually out on the patio when she returned. Oops! She showed me her purchases, and since the time was right, we decided to go to Cracker Barrel for supper. After we left with our bellies full, Robin asked if she could drive us home, and I let her. (Never mind that I don't have appropriate insurance!) She did okay. I think she takes corners a bit too fast and brakes later than I like, but mine was a strange buggy for her. She did okay. The only scary part was when she asked me if the second pedal was the brake, and then put the parked car in drive instead of reverse...but who's counting? (wink, wink, Robin!)
After supper, we talked about a zillion topics, too numerous to mention, but all quite enriching. Robin did a little paint job for me on the oval mirror in my living room, as requested. (I'm quite grateful for that, actually.)
Awhile later--quite late--both kids made smoothies for themselves and hit the sack. I'm not sure that either one of them is tired enough to go to sleep, but they are tired enough of Grandparent Time! They tolerate us. I'm okay with that. We won't be around forever to ruin their fun. That's up to their parents!!
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