Today there really was a big commotion at the retirement home, it was Gunnar again, I am thinking of re-naming him Gun-Gunnar, or something, because of all the action he creates. This morning it was his Crocs, almost all elderly has Crocs, or something similar, not because they are beautiful, they just are easy to use and better than clogs, and the rubber underneath stops us from sliding all over the corridors and so on.
They are also excellent for our corridor walking rollators races, or racing rollators as we call them then, we get good grip with crocs. Last time Gunnar won, he set the official "retirement hallway 11 yards drag race record", but I strongly suspected foul play, because my brakes were on almost all the time, he claimed I was senile, and mis-braked by myself. Nobody remembers what time he had, but it was fast. We usually have these every second month, sometimes every third, I think next one is in August, or maybe July.
Anyway, I returned the suspected favor by having my grandson buy two similar pairs of his crocs, but just in smaller and smaller sizes, and the first pair went easy to switch a couple of weeks ago, and in everything that is going on, I forgot all about this, until I noticed last week that he was adjusting his feet often, and then I remembered, and I therefor changed to the smallest ones last evening, but those obviously were too small, because today he has made a lot of noise and demanded a doctor visit on the cause that something in his diet, most possibly put in there by the nurse who does not like him, (this time he claims it is not the government), has made his feet enormous. In retrospect I probably should not have popped my head in and suggested that he maybe was getting his "old 7 foot tall feet back." He was in no mood for this joke, and it did not improve the already difficult job for the nice nurse who was trying to calm him down.
I will of course change the shoes back after dinner, and I am thinking about going the other way next time, buy a pair, or maybe two, of bigger ones.
Gunnar and his crocs.
No, it is still not really Gunnar, he was in no mood to have his picture taken today.
Again, it is the small things, or sometimes people, that keeps us busy here,
Have the best of Mondays today,