It’s Fathers Day and G’s daughter made it Grandpa’s Day as well. The boys had chosen a card and written in it ‘You are the awesomest grandpa’. Signed Liam and Rory. I took some time out while they were here for time with my awesomest friends wondering how long the boys would last confined to indoors with no computer games, dogs, trampoline or bikes. Although they did have cake but that diversion only lasts the first 5 minutes. They were taking turns in the wheelchair when I left and I wondered how long it would be before they grabbed the controls of the hospital bed and were raising poor Grandpa up and down. I was surprised to find them still here when I arrived home.
They were playing a game with one of Grandpa’s drinking straws. On the dining table they had an A4 piece of paper divided into 4 equal sections with an alternating ‘yes’ ‘no’ in the sections. They had one of Grandpa’s pill thimbles in the centre of the page. On top of this was balanced the straw.
Rory took the straw and rubbed it between the palms of his hands to build up some static, placed it on the upturned thimble and asked in a loud voice
‘Are you there, Charlie?’
He held his hand near the straw without touching it and the remaining static activated the straw towards a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’. More or less. If there was no action there were more loud exhortations to Charlie to reveal himself with a yay or a nay. If still no action, not to be undermined by any scepticsm about his possible presence, there would be more rubbing of the straw.
If the indicators were positive there was a half hearted attempt by me to look for him on the ceiling fan, behind the curtains. Small boys of 8 and 10, you gotta love’em.