Sometimes . . most of the time . . I think we’re nuts! Don’t admit it but you probably think so too.
Wednesday night Vince went downstairs to watch TV. What that really means is . . Vince went downstairs to sleep in his chair. I got ready to go to bed and remembered my tablet was in the sewing room so I ran downstairs and got it. As I was coming upstairs, I said “Vince! . . I’m going to bed.” He said “I’ll be up in a minute.” I knew he was going to go back to sleep in his chair but that was ok. I came upstairs and remembered something I needed to do on my laptop so I sat back down and then I started cross stitching so I didn’t actually go to bed either.
After a while Vince came upstairs and went to bed so I took my shower and went to bed. It wasn’t quite midnight yet. When I got in bed, he was listening to 70’s music on his tablet so . . until 2 a.m., we listened to old music. He would say . . remember this song? Some I did and some I didn’t. I listened to country music so I didn’t know all the “pop” songs he had listened too. Then we talked about the different memories the old music brought back. It was getting close to 3 a.m. when we stopped talking. Vince said I fell asleep while he was still talking to me. Usually he’s the one falling asleep while I’m talking.
We were still up early. We got the trash all out to the street . . so nice after not having trash pickup for 9 years in Texas. We had a phone conference fairly early, then he went to town to do some shopping. I cross stitched for a while then took a short nap. Later in the day, Vince said he was going to take a nap so I said “I will too!” and didn’t volunteer that I’d already had one.
Later in the day I was thinking about how things change. My grandparents were much younger than Vince and I are when I was spending so much time with them. They were always up very early, usually before daylight, which isn’t so early these days, but they worked so hard and were worn out by the end of the day. My grandma never had the luxury of sitting and cross stitching all day, then picking up pizza for dinner. She had her hobbies but they were done only after EVERYTHING else that needed to be done was done. I don’t remember but I suppose on rainy days she was able to stay inside and crochet or sew.
I think they always fell asleep the minute they got in bed . . in saggy old feather mattresses but what I wouldn’t give to be able to curl up in one of those, in that cold front bedroom of their old, rickety house, with a ton of quilts piled on top of me and sleep like a baby . . and wake up before daylight with the smell of biscuits baking and bacon frying.
The memories Addie will have of time spent with her grandparents will be totally different from my my memories but I hope her memories will be good ones too.