Monday, December 6, 2010

My Grandpas a Fox

Its kind of an odd statement. I am aware. But as odd as it is, its true. So many uses of the word. Back in the day, my Grandpa was a fox. He was a good lookin, buff, awesome guy. He was a boxer and a farmer. Mmmm. 100% Man. A fox. And now... he is still a fox. The phrase "Like a fox" doesn't even do justice to what he is. And its kind of funny, totally mind-boggling, and a little frustrating all at the same time.

My Grandpa is a work-a-holic. He is 84(ish?) and he still goes to work everyday. Does farm(ish?) type stuff. When you talk to him, you can tell he's gotten old, and his mind is slipping. He is kind of falling apart. HOWEVER, the thing about him is- He knows if anything in his house or on his farm has been moved. Its weird. The garage has stacks of junk its kind of ridiculous, but if you move on thing, he knows. Maybe thats where I get it from.

Example- Annalise was down in the basement looking around and she found and old calendar from 1972. This thing has been sitting in a dusty drawer down there for YEARS. They would never miss it. They probably didn't even know it was down there. She brought it upstairs, put it under her coat by the door. 10 minutes later, we go to leave and he has the calendar in his hand, and he's asking where it came from. Insane!!! How did he find it? How did he even know it was there?!? Its crazy. I don't know how he keeps track, it doesn't make sense. He's a fox.

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