Go, grandma go!

Yesterday, we took dinner over to my folks...and invited the boys families to join us. Chad and Erica did,( making Kim a happy camper-he needed Emmy to help him smile).
Grandma doesn't like my dad's oxygen machine. He sleeps with it on at night. She used to come in the room where he was sleeping and turn it off, and he would wake up short of breath. So he moved it downstairs into the fruit room, and ran his hose through the floor to his room, so he could sleep with it on without it bothering mom. But, evidently it is still bothering her...she would go downstairs to turn it off, with the same results. So, dad removed the handle off the door in the fruit room, so she couldn't open it (he can with a tool he keeps handy, but she can't). So night before last, she went down to turn it off, but when she couldn't open the door, she picked up a fire-poker thing and must have beat on it for 10 minutes...there is a hole in the door about 12 inches in diameter...but she didn't get the door open.
Dad did hear her doing it, but decided against investigating.
What's next?
Other than that, once she finished waking up to a world she likes (Emmy), she did pretty well. It has to have been the drugs she was on that made her tell wild tales. She doesn't do that anymore.

Comments

Cambrienelson said…
now the door will match the hole in the wall put there by linda
Unknown said…
Grandpa is a saint.

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