Unfortunately, I have no adventures to write about from this past week. It was one of those weeks where once Friday finally rolls around, you just sigh and feel thankful that the weekend has arrived.
I had a rather random memory flashback yesterday. I bought a bag of LifeSavers to put in my desk at work and happened to grab a cherry one out of the bag. The flavor immediately made me think of my Great-Grandpa Ted. He used to drive out to our farm to check on things every Saturday morning. Our neighbors knew Grandpa Ted's car well and also knew to watch out for him on the road. His vision wasn't the greatest and he had a tendency to drive down the middle of the rock road regardless if there was anyone coming from the other direction. He'd pull into the driveway in his blue '71 Impala, get out and light a cigarette and slowly make his way to the house.
He would sit in the kitchen and talk farm stuff and small town gossip with my parents for an hour. But before he left he would always pull out a roll of cherry LifeSavers from his shirt pocket and offer my sister and I one. He'd smile and chuckle at how excited we got over that piece of candy. To this day I can't eat a cherry life saver without thinking of him. He was quite the character. My dad tells a good story about the first time he took Grandpa Ted to a drive thru McDonald's. Dad pulled up to the speaker box to order and Grandpa shouted, "Who are you talk'n to?" He couldn't figure out how they were going to get their food without going in to the restaurant.
Josh and I are anxiously counting down the days (5 days to go) until his parents arrive in D.C. It will be good to see some of our family!
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