It is very strange to watch the bonding experience between a 22-month old little girl, and a 91-year-old man. They don’t have a lot to talk about, and she can’t enunciate well, and he couldn’t even hear it if she did. They both like food. And they hug a lot, which is not at all how I remember my grandfather being with me and my sister when we were little. He keeps on telling her that she is such a sweet little girl that we should’ve named her “Love.” Who is this man?
This was the man that when you told him, “Goodbye! I love you, Pop!” would grunt in reply. I think he is either dying or possessed. The funny thing about him, though, is that I honestly think he thinks he is going to live forever. He told her tonight that it was good she liked books, because maybe she would get a scholarship, and that he would help her out with tuition. That’s like 16 years away. He would be 107.
The sad part is that i could sooner see him living till 107 than actually paying for all of someone’s college. He is that stingy. He cuts one paper towel into four pieces, then uses one piece for days on end. I put tin foil over his dinner and then threw it in the trash can; He pulled it back out and then washed it and folded it up for later.
You can’t make this shit up. Someday I’ll have to write about the mountain of fast food jelly packets he was hording. Good stuff.