It's a lovely spring evening, the bunnies are hopping, a soft breeze blows through the back yard. These evenings are wonderful! The house is peaceful, Harold is gone to a meeting & Evan is in his room banging away on the drums. I don't even notice the drums much anymore, guess it's my rock n' roll roots. Good thing, since Evan loves playing them.
My Dad is finally off the ventilator. It was removed yesterday morning. Mom called me at work & said we would be able to talk to Dad that afternoon. So Evan & I scooted home after school & called the hospital. I had cautioned Evan that Grandpa might not be up to talking to him, but still Evan sat at my feet & waited excitedly.
Dad was very weak & only able to say a few words to me before tiring, so his grandson didn't get to talk to him and was disappointed. As I hung up the phone, Evan said "Well??" which is what he always says when you get off the phone. He always wants to know the entire conversation! I started to explain that Grandpa was pretty weak & couldn't talk, but then I choked up & started to cry. My son was very worried that I was doing this so I tried to explain that I was crying because it was so good to hear my Dad's voice again. Tilting his head to the side, Evan looked at me skeptically. "You happy so you cry? No. Uh-unh. No." It took a bit of convincing but I finally got my point across.
Realizing it would be some time until I got dinner ready, I asked Ev if he wanted a small snack. "Waaaaa! Waaaa!" he replied. Having a slow moment, I asked, "What are you doing?" "Waaaa! I'm happy. Want snack. Waaaa!" Yup, he comes by his weird sense of humor honestly!
I'm off to sit on the deck & drink some coffee. Have a good rest of the week.
That is SO funny. What a great story. Evan's such a cool kid.
Posted by: Eleanor | May 23, 2006 at 08:08 PM
Evan sounds like a fun guy. :-)
Glad your dad is doing better.
Take care.
Posted by: Julana | May 27, 2006 at 07:43 PM