I had lunch the other day with our eldest grandchild Adelaide. She, as you know (since I’ve been whining about this for six months), is leaving for college in a few weeks. After a long, well-thought-out process, she has elected to attend Colorado State University as part of its Honors Program. I’m happy with her decision, because it means she will be close enough to see often. She is going to ABSOLUTELY LOVE when her nana and papa show up every weekend to make sure she’s going to class and take her out for lunch. J/K Addie! It will also mean that she and I will be wearing different colors one Saturday early in football season when CSU
loses to plays CU in the Rocky Mountain Showdown. Go Buffs.
Anyhoo, she and I went out for (shockingly) sushi the other day. I wanted to buy bratwursts from a place that sells real Sheboygan brats, you know, like from Wisconsin. The brats are worth a drive, but it really is quite a drive for some sausages. I checked its location and noticed that there was a sushi restaurant in the same shopping center. I’m not too proud to bribe. It worked. Addie agreed to drive me there if I bought her sushi.
“What am I going to do without my Addie?” I asked her grandfather as I waited for her to pick me up.
“I’m pretty sure she’ll come home every weekend to have sushi with her nana,” Bill said unconvincingly.
Addie — who, as you have often heard me say — will run the world some day. For the time being, she runs our family. She is the go-to girl for nearly everything. Here’s an example. My readers know that I unfortunately go into the hospital every so often because of stomach issues. What readers may not know is that I often deal with the bowel obstructions without going into the hospital. I can do nearly everything they have me do while in the hospital at home. So I stop eating and drinking, I take something for the pain, and I wait. More often than not, it resolves. The other evening, my stomach started hurting. I texted Addie and told her my situation. I asked if she could be available later that night to take me to the hospital if necessary.
I didn’t hear back for awhile, but then she phoned to let me know she would be available. My stomach had literally stopped hurting mere minutes before she called. “I’m glad you’re better Nana,” she said. “But it would be lots better if you could go into the hospital during the day than in the middle of the night.”
Yes, it would indeed. I’ll talk to my stomach and see if it could be a bit more cooperative. I learned later that she was just a tad cranky because she had just gotten back from picking up her other grandmother who had spent a couple of days in the hospital, taken there by You-Know-Who.
Addie’s Ambulance Service: Payment one sushi lunch per trip