growing old on galiano pt. 1

Friday morning morning at breakfast:

Granny: "Ken, we need to figure out where we're going for dinner Saturday night."

Grandad: "Where we're going for dinner?"

Granny: "We're having dinner with someone but I've forgotten who."

Mum: "What do you mean?"

Me: "They're so popular and have so many dinner plans that they get them confused and forget who they're having dinner with and when. Am I right Granny?"

Laughter

Grandad: "Last week we showed up for dinner at Anne's and we were a day early."

Me: "You need to get a calendar."

Granny: "No way. What for?"

Mum: "Why is it that you have such an aversion to calendars? You can get such beautiful calendars!"

Grandad: "I know. We throw them out all the time."

Mum: "You mean people buy you calendars for gifts and you just throw them out?"

Grandad: "Well no. Not exactly. These ones are free..."

Mum: "Well that's not the same thing. You can get beautiful calendars and it's like having art hanging on your wall..."

Grandad: "And where would we hang it?"

Mum points to a blank spot on the wall.

Granny: "I think it's the Yorks. I think we're having dinner with the Yorks."

Grandad: "But we should be having them here for dinner."

Granny: "Maybe we are?"

Grandad: "If it isn't raining, lets invite them over for a Bocce game and then hopefully they'll say 'we'll see you tomorrow night for dinner.'"

Granny: "Yes it must be the Yorks because last week she said "We need to have dinner with the Smiths. And you and Ken as well.' I remember that."

Grandad: "Well then we're not having dinner here because we don't want to have the Smiths over. If anyone is having anyone over for dinner it's them. It's definitely the Smith's turn to have us over for dinner."

Mum: "But I thought you said that you wouldn't want to go to the Smith's for dinner...?"

Grandad: "We wouldn't but it's their turn to have us. They showed up at Sylvia's 80th birthday party and called before hand saying 'is it alright if we bring five extra people?'. It's their turn. It's the principle of the thing Yvonne."

Mum: "Dad, how's your ankle?"

Me: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."