This morning I was thinking that I should get out of bed and get blogging about something. I wanted to write a blog about my Grandpa, the woodcarver. There is so much to write about Grandpa, that I thought he deserved his very own blog.
I thought I should really think about this before I go off starting a new blog.
I ate breakfast, and took Lila for a walk. All the while I thought about my Grandpa and all the things I could write about him.
Grandpa lived just down the block from us. Every night, my Mom made up a plate of food for Grandpa. Grandpa’s dinner was whatever we were going to have that night. Every Thursday, Mom made sausages, boiled potatoes and sauerkraut. I watched her scoop up Grandpa’s portion. Then she covered the plate and food with the top of a pan and gave it to me. I walked down the alley, carrying Grandpa’s plate of food. I always entered Grandpa’s house by the back door. He sat there waiting for me at the kitchen table. He liked to look out the window.
“Hi Grandpa,” I would say very loudly.
“Hello,” he would say, and he was sure to share a story or two with me. He took out a dollar bill and gave it to me. I went back home and ate dinner with my family. Everyday Grandpa gave me a dollar bill.
Today, after my walk with Lila, we went into our backyard, and I scooped up some of the little/big messes that Lila leaves behind. We walked on the side of the house, and because Lila has such a fascination with paper, I noticed that she sniffed out something close to our house, next to the raspberry bushes. Lila picked it up and gave it to me. Usually when Lila gets any kind of paper, she automatically eats it. Today, I was surprised when she ran over to me and gave me the piece of paper, which just so happened to be a $10 bill.
“Good girl,” I said to her over and over again while I petted her head.
Of course, I took this as a sign because Grandpa always gave me one dollar bills. Since I haven’t delivered him his dinner in almost 35 years, I took it as a sign that I should blog about him, and with inflation, a dollar bill from back then might be the same value as a $10 bill today.
I hope you will check out the blog about My Grandpa, The Woodcarver: www.mygrandpathewoodcarver.wordpress.com.
Let me know what you think. Do you believe in signs or would you have just thought it was a coincidence?