Today, the kids and I went swimming. We went with my mom and siblings to the pool in a neighborhood where my grandparents used to live.
I remember when they lived there. I was a teenager and I used to go over and help Gramma with housework. I also helped her take care of Great Uncle George.
Great Uncle George came to live with my grandparents when he was in his feeble 80s and could no longer care for himself. So he lived in the spare room. Sometimes, Gramma made me clean his room, even though it made him boiling mad. I found porn. I organized his shoes, all of which had a big hole cut out of the top because it was more comfortable.
He was an extremely ornery man. He had a temper and a sense of humor about him. For example, he resented being brought from Chicago to the heart of the Bible belt, a catholic suddenly surrounded by baptists and presbyterians. So he insisted on wearing a giant wooden crucifix with a gold Jesus outside of his shirt. It took up a good portion of his chest and must have been heavy. But he liked to wag it in the proverbial face.
One time, Gramma made salmon soup. George complained about the smell, but Gramma insisted that he liked the soup. I brought George a tray with a bowl the stuff, a spoon, napkins and a drink. He was sitting in bed watching tv too loud. When I put it on his lap, you know what he did? He picked up the bowl and threw it at the wall. The bowl shattered and the soup went everywhere. And he made me leave.
Later, when he went out, I finally had the chance to clean up the mess. I've hated the smell of salmon ever since.