I haven't had much to post lately because Grandma went through an extended bout of "I'm so weak" and was basically sleeping non-stop for 2-3 weeks. But, by forcing her to take her thyroid medication, she seems to have bounced back and is up to her usual shenanigans.
Here are a couple of examples.
I spent some time dogsitting for a friend and was staying at that apartment. It wasn't too far from home, so I'd stop by the house to check on Grandma most days.
"Ok, Grandma, I'm going back to dogsit."
"I'm going dogsitting."
"I can't hear you."
"I'm Going Dogsitting."
"I didn't make that out."
"You're talking too loud. I can't understand you."
The other day I went out with a friend for Indian food. I brought home leftovers of chicken tikka in an arugula salad. Usually if I have food I want to keep to myself, I hide it in one of the refrigerator drawers. This time I left it on the shelves. Grandma looks at any lettuce beyond iceberg with suspicion and I thought the coral spicing on the chicken would totally signal this as something too ethnic for her. Wrong! About an hour later I spot a plastic lid with a scrap of arugula on the counter.
"Did you eat my salad?"
"My leftover salad in the refrigerator, did you eat it?"
"No, I didn't eat anything."
"Well where is it? I left it in the refrigerator and now it's gone."
"It's must have been your father. He's been hanging around."
"I brought it home an hour ago. He hasn't been here. You're the only other one here."
"Well, I don't recall eating it. It must have been your father."