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Saturday, November 11, 2006

Just an update on life is all

I find myself thinking about my Grandpa a lot lately. Mostly just seeing things and thinking about how he would have reacted to them. Last night, for example, I cut up three pumpkins using a new technique that saved me all kinds of time and effort and couldn't help but think he would have been proud of me. When he and Grandma lived in Henderson, we would cut up our post-Halloween pumpkins and freeze them for the upcoming Thanksgiving glut. I can't tell you how badly my hands cramped up when trying to cut that pumpkin, not to mention all the knicks and gashes my poor fingers got. I can only imagine how Grandpa's arthritic fingers held up to it. But he did it with me and we had a good time of it. So last night, I cooked the pumpkin before cutting it and it made the job a jillion times easier. I think he was smiling down at me with pride.

We got his piano recently from Aunt Cathy's house. I felt badly that it took us so long to go get it, but we knew we were moving and it seemed silly to move it twice. Grandpa and Grandma had it for as long as I can remember, which is actually true since he bought it in the mid-'70s, which is when I came along. Harrison loves it. He's always liked musical instruments of all varieties--the play guitar and keyboard he got for his birthday were some of the things he's loved the most. He 'loved' the guitar to death, but the keyboard is still holding out. When he goes to visit my other Grandma, he'll sit on her piano bench and play for quite a while. So when he saw a piano and bench in his own house, he thought Christmas had come early. Or he would have if he had a really strong idea of what Christmas is. I think Grandpa would really like that Harrison--his namesake--had one of his musical instruments. I plan to frame a picture of the two of them to put on the piano lid.

I guess I'm getting used to not having Grandpa anymore, but I don't like it. Not that I get a choice in the matter. I can't imagine how many people Grandpa had to get used to not having in his life anymore--he was just shy of 85 years old. That's a lot of getting used to, I think.

.: posted by amy 8:27 AM