The first thing I do when entering grandmas kitchen is going to the window.
You can see the neighbors backyard. Every time I look if something is happening, nothing happens. But I still give it a try.
So today I went running some errands with her. Usual business.
But today we also wanted to see her cousin who lives in a home for the elderly with his wife. Ive never been to one before.
I knew that the people are glad to be visited because its a distraction for them.
When we entered the lounge, they just went for their coffee break.
I notized that there were more women than men.
The couple we wanted to meet was in the back of the room. Three women I passed reached out for my hand. They were curious if I wanted to visit them. I chit-chatted a bit with them (as far as this was possible) and then went on.
We sat down. While my grandmother told them the latest news (who died when), I began to watch the happenings around me.
One lady rubbed her hand over the wooden table, as if she tried to clean it, but without a rag (she kept doing that til the whole table was "clean" :)).
When she finished, a caretaker came to keep her occupied by bringing her some towels which had to be fold (maybe I should mention that the towels were already fold before).
Another one tried to get off her chair and cried as soon as she notized that she can't do that anymore (the caretaker rushed and gave her a hand).
My grandmas cousin kept asking how old he would actually be (hes 87, my grandma is 85).
His wife kept complaining about the lady next to her, because she wouldn't stop touching the bouquet my grandma brought her.
When Will (thats her cousin) starred at his empty coffee mug I reached for the pot and asked him if he wanted some more. He starred at me, saying "Wow you're so young, you can even reach the coffee pot."
Yes, he's right, Im still young and I will hopefully never be inventory of such a home.
