Tired of Nothing

I wrote this while on my trip but couldnt add it because I had no internet... for two whole weeks... now THAT was an experience!! lol

On my recent trip to visit my dear elderly grandparents in Prince Edward Island on the eastcoast of Canada; I found myself following a very different routine.
At home I am usually quite fast paced, usually busy running hither and thither throughout the city, to work, church, picking someone up dropping someone off. And as much as I often take the time to smell the roses and read my library books, this was quite the experience.

My grandparents are both quite elderly. My Grandfather will be 96 this July, and my Grandmother will be 89 two days later. They live together alone with no help coming inexcept a housekeeper once every 2 weeks to help with vaccuming and dusting, and the healthnurse to come in and take blood every once and a while. Grammie still cooks breakfast and it is a sit down meal complete with placemats, bowl of porridge, and toast plate, whetheror not you are having toast. Early to bed early to rise makes a man healthy wealthy and wiseis not just a saying here, but also put into practice.

The first few nights we were here, by ten things were quickly winding down and we were gettting into bed if not there already. Usually by around 9 the gravitational pull was toomuch for my grandparents and We would all end upstairs getting ready for bed.
The nights that we went upstairs early without a doubt someone would call, it would be Bo, or Uncle David, or who knows else.
Meals here are quite square, and if not served by the usual time, you could find a slightlybewildered Grandfather in his kitchen chair looking around for his lunch. And if not served shortly after well goodness me he would have a knife and SOMETHING in his hand to cut up. Weather it be an apple, some cheese, a tomato, or even munching on something by his lazy boy.
Immediately after lunch is nap time, and everyone can be found dozing quite nicely in their usual spot. Grampy in his Lazy boy, Grammie on the bed upstairs, Mom in the other chair downhere, and myself on the couch, or upstairs in the "pink" room, my designated spot whenever Istay here, unless someone else is here too.
Then supper is usually wrapped up by 530, and then we agian find our spots, and mom and I fightover the laptop to see who will play solitare,If mom wins I usually findmyself in the kitchen Cooking SOMTHING (I was evenutally banned by my grandfather from making anything sweet because in the first week ish he gained 5 pounds from my cooking...) , and grammie reads the paper, and grampie sits in his chair and looks out the window to see which dog is walking the owner tonight.
The odd thing is though, that even though we kept slightly busy, doing light chores around the house all day, or running errands through Charlottetown, by around 6pm we were all tired, and STRUGGLING to stay up....
I missed my faster pace of life, but I must say that it was quite nice to be able to sit and contemplate things, and come up with WONDERFUL ideas, that will fly like lead balloons. But it was nice to have a break from the rush and bubble of regular society.
The only realy rush and bubble that we had the whole trip was Easter Monday. One of grandfatherssisters (my Great Aunt Hazel), her husband, their son and his two children came along with one of my other great aunts (Helen now deceised) Daughter and her husband came as well.
That made life interesting... trying to fit 11 in the kitchen was quite interesting. And cooking in that small kitchen was like trying to swim in a teacup, but we made due.
All in all it was wonderufly to see a totally different way of life, and to slow down and take a very large WHIFF of the flowers standing by the side of the road. Just watch for the mud round here. Theres an AWFUL lot of water!