Why?

When you get to my age, you ask why - a lot. Why do I have to get up before noon? Why do I have to mow the lawn? I’m still waiting to hear a good reason for why I have to shave more than once a month.

Asking my financial controller why we are moving doesn’t always get a response that makes any sense to me. She assures me that we will sell our existing house, that we won’t go broke, and that I will like the new location. If any of these is true, I will be surprised. But, she is crafty.  She always brings up our special needs granddaughter. Everyone in the family understands that if you want to get me to move at all, you just have to find some reason that granddaughter wants me to. Certainly being five minutes from her is better than being two hours, which it takes now.

Every grumpy old man has a soft spot and both my granddaughters are mine, but especially the special needs one. She has been in charge of me since she was born.

She and I have an arrangement. She does what she wants to and I help her.

That’s why we eat burgers and fries instead of salad.

PMO
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