so, new in the world of cirdt-
my grandfather came down to visit for fathers day, so i've been at the parental unit's house all weekend.
it's.... very strange, my nana died last year, so he's on his own now, and he manages all by himself in their house, and bikes around town, so we know he's still able to function but... it's like he's not quite all there. when you ask something there's this long pause before he answers. and whether the answer makes sense...
he's had a number of strokes, so it's only to be expected, but it's still disquieting. and i never really knew him before he was like this (we live on opposite sides of the country) so i have nothing to compare it to in my memory, so he's just this kind of creepy old guy hanging around my house staring at me.
also, he kind of looks like dracula, which is not helping the creep-out factor. he's kept most of his hair and it's still jet-black and he has the family nose (to which i owe the beak stuck on on my face) which is rather bird-of-prey-y.
i keep trying to make polite conversation, because really, he's my last surviving grandparent, and really, everyone says he was a pretty cool dude, back in the day, but i've mostly been hiding in the basement.
also, i ran 2.5 km in 17:36 . i am slowly clawing my way back into shape. a shape other than round. yay.
my grandfather came down to visit for fathers day, so i've been at the parental unit's house all weekend.
it's.... very strange, my nana died last year, so he's on his own now, and he manages all by himself in their house, and bikes around town, so we know he's still able to function but... it's like he's not quite all there. when you ask something there's this long pause before he answers. and whether the answer makes sense...
he's had a number of strokes, so it's only to be expected, but it's still disquieting. and i never really knew him before he was like this (we live on opposite sides of the country) so i have nothing to compare it to in my memory, so he's just this kind of creepy old guy hanging around my house staring at me.
also, he kind of looks like dracula, which is not helping the creep-out factor. he's kept most of his hair and it's still jet-black and he has the family nose (to which i owe the beak stuck on on my face) which is rather bird-of-prey-y.
i keep trying to make polite conversation, because really, he's my last surviving grandparent, and really, everyone says he was a pretty cool dude, back in the day, but i've mostly been hiding in the basement.
also, i ran 2.5 km in 17:36 . i am slowly clawing my way back into shape. a shape other than round. yay.