Picture, one of 800
It's been so long, I don't really know where to start.
The apartment is starting to feel like home. The bleach helped. When I moved in, the landlord said, "The previous tenant was really pretty clean for a single guy." Apparently, that's a bit like saying, "It was really pretty quiet for an explosion."
The next step will be to hang some pictures. I have hesitated to jump into this project because I see its potential to quickly get out of control. I have 800 pictures of Logyn and Lucy. I picked out only those I really thought I'd want to frame and put them in a folder on my desktop. The folder has 93 pictures in it. I could wallpaper my apartment with those babies. Except, you know, that would be weird.
Speaking of pictures (speaking of a lame transition)...
I never post photos of the adults in the family, what with this being a super secret anonymous blog and all, but I thought I'd make an exception today. If, after looking at this, you have suddenly figured out who I am, kindly keep it to yourself.
This is my grandpa with Logyn. The picture was taken over Memorial Day weekend. My grandparents came over, and we all sat around my parents' backyard talking about how great it would be to have a cookout. No one wanted a cookout enough to get up and cook out, though, so it was really just a topic of conversation rather than a meal.
But anyway, back to the picture...this is the same man who thought he was dying this time last year. They wanted to take out a lung and start chemo. He decided he just wanted some steroids to boost his appetite. They thought he was nuts. He thought he was entirely too old to care what they thought.
And here he is.
Tanning his cancer.
He gets tired more easily than he used to. He's occasionally a bit confused. But, he'd tell you that most of the time, he feels pretty good.
He'd also tell you that my grandma has finally (mostly) quit bothering him about his clothes. If it were up to him, he'd wear Adidas from head to toe, as they are the official sponsor of his old age. If it were up to her, he'd wear business casual, as you never know when you might run into someone from church. They compromise. Business casual on the top, Adidas on the bottom. He knows it looks ridiculous. He doesn't care.
I trust that he also wouldn't care that I've posted his picture here. I'd ask him, but that would require me to explain the internet to a man who doesn't understand the answering machine.
8 comments:
I'm so happy that your grandfather appears to be doing so well! He certainly looks much younger than what I pictured he would, much younger than any of my grandparents looked. Actually, you should tell your grandma that he's a catch! (I'm sure she knows.)
He does look pretty damn good for being almost 80. He attributes that to a diet of coffee and skittles.
He has a better tan than me. Even your niece has a better tan than me. I am as white as the underbelly of a snake. Everyone, including vampires are tanner than I am.
He has a better tan than everyone. The photos posted here are muted. (Damn you, Blogger.)
Normally, I'm nearly transparent like you, M. Right now, I have a fading Florida tan. I'll be sad when it's gone.
I don't get it, what's wrong with Adidas & business casual. He should mix it up though, just for fun, track suit top with khakis and loafers.
Great post, I love the idea of a cookout where no one cooks, some of mine would have been so much better had I just gone that route.
He looks pretty darned good, T.
And hey; getting older means you can wear what the heck you want (at least I hope so as I'm heading that way fast).
Don't worry about the "supersecret anonymous" thing; we come back here because you are who you are and you're worth coming back to.
How fabulous Terroni. I have often wondered about Grandpa but was too scared to ask. Fancy taking on the medicos like that - brilliant! His attitude seems fine to me - just look at the result - and all that Vitamin D he is absorbing through his skin is a good thing!
Logyn looks supercute,even from the back. My how she has grown. Just gorgeous little Terroni and why not wallpaper the wall with Logyn photos - not real ones though, just printed on normal paper. That way, when you leave you can just paint over the top. Logyn would certainly get a kick out of it as she grows up and recognises herself.
I am glad you put up the picture. And to ease your mind i still don't know who the hell you are... although i sorta "feel" like i do and certain will forever wish that i did.
(((HUGS)))
neen
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