Tuesday 10 November 2015

I Didn’t Die

I am like most grandfathers, thinking that my grandchildren are the most beautiful, intelligent and unique creatures on the planet. I suppose that opinion may change when they get older and more obnoxious, but for now they are tiny, perfect people.

I think part of the reason is that grandchildren allow us to view the world through new eyes once again. They have no preconceived opinions about how things should be, only how things are. They let me see the possibilities. My possibilities are coming close to expiration, but theirs are waiting to be explored. They should go for it. If I can influence them at all I will encourage them to take the chances life puts in front of them. Well, as long as it is safe and their moms and dads think it is okay.

Last weekend we got to look after little Tsunami while her mom and dad became reacquainted with alcohol. We played on the floor, tossed food on the floor at suppertime, watched some very colourful, insipid cartoon shows and played peek-a-boo. It was magical. Tsunami spends her weekdays hanging out with children that have no interest in personal hygiene at all. Like Tsunami. They leak from every place that a human can leak from and it seems they freely share germs and disease. How nice!

This weekend Tsunami passed on some of those fluids to her grandparents. Sharing is a concept that she has already mastered. For the past couple of days both Louise and I have had our own leakages. It has been quite a while since I have felt this poorly and I know that Louise would have preferred if I were the only one to get sick. I won’t go into details, but for the past two days I have been either in bed or on the toilet. It has been less than magical. That is why no blog for the past two days and nearly no blog today.

I think we are on the road to recovery and I hope that Typhoid Tsunami is feeling better. Her mom and dad have been sick as well and her aunt Arwen cuddled her just a little too much it seems. Well, they say what doesn’t kill you will make you stronger. I didn’t die and I feel pretty weak still. I guess the “stronger” will come later. I hope.  

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