This weekend I drove up to Culpeper to visit my grandfather, who is currently in a nursing home.  I was nervous about making the trip, worried about seeing him.  One of the benefits of the move to NC has been that I have gotten much closer to my grandfather.  For my first two years here, he, Peg, Bobby and Stephanie were my closest relatives geographically.  I spent many weekends with them.  This allowed me one-on-one time with my grandfather.  He would tell me stories I'd not heard, and I learned things such as the fact that he didn't marry my grandmother until he was 29.

I was afraid that I would see him looking frail (well, frailer than usual) and ready to give up.  I am happy to report that this is not the case.  He is looking much better than I expected, and is eating well and working on his PT (I think because Peg has appealed to his stubbornness).  Hopefully, he will be home within a month. 

While at Peg's, I fixed the garbage disposal and the dripping faucet in the bathroom.  Also, we had an argument about the green deposits in her bathtub and sink.  I told her they were copper, and she said, "No, it's acid."  Would not believe me that it was copper, which is coming out of solution because the pH of her water is too low.  No, the green is acid, because that is what she's been told by the plumber.  Please note that one of us essentially has a Master's Degree in Drinking Water Treatment, and one of us does not.  Confidential to my family members:  I am an expert in one area.  Y'all are not experts in that area.  STOP ARGUING WITH ME ABOUT IT.

I called Cdub last night to wish her good luck on her first day at the new job.  We talked for a while, and I told her that I had to go, because I had to iron my sheets. 

Cdub:  You iron your sheets?

WG:  Well, this set has embroidery, and if you don't iron that...

Cdub:  It puckers.

WG:  I also fold my underwear and my socks.

Cdub:  Why wouldn't you?

WG:  I don't know, but I've been told it's strange.