I am taking a break from my math homework and want to update everyone on what has been going on at the Lazy Eye ranch. I find that I have to take lots of breaks when I am doing my math homework since it usually gives me a headache. Some of it we have to do on the computer at school and we can finish at home by putting it on a compact disk. Grandpa keeps wondering why I never have a lot of books in my bookbag and I tell him that a lot of my school work is on the computer and with the internet and the schools learning program, we don't need a lot of books anymore. "Why don't they just make it so you can insert the information right into your brain?", Grandpa said. I said "those people only exist in outerspace movies and they are called cyborgs". Grandpa said that maybe he wouldn't worry about losing his memory if it could all just be stored on a disk and put into his head when he wants to remember something. I said that maybe it will happen someday and he said "lot a good that'll do me". I said that maybe he does have a machine of sorts already to store his memory into. He said "I am not touching that computer of yours" and I said "I am not talking about the computer exactly". Grandpa then paused and said, sounding frustrated, "Then what?" "Me!", I said in a louder voice than I was planning on using. "Oh", said Grandpa, "I guess you're right Jem", which made me stop because Grandpa Jem usually doesn’t call me by my name, our name. Usually he calls me “boy” or lately he has started calling me “young man”. I said that I want to have many stories of his to put into my project for school and for my blog (which are starting to become one and the same). He seemed happy about that and said "I guess I never did get down to writing those memoirs". I said that it is about time. Mom happen to overhear most of our conversation and she seemed like she was crying about something. I asked her if she was crying and she said "no my son, just chopping onions in the kitchen". "Oh" I said, kind of suspicious of her and went to the kitchen to get some water and realized that she actually had been chopping onions, so maybe she wasn't crying. I don't know.
So, with Grandpa finally convinced that my "pestering" him for stories will help him as much as me, we are planning a day together this weekend so that he can have some time to think of as many stories as possible for a few days and then spend a whole afternoon or more telling me them. I said that I will borrow a tape recorder at school or hopefully a video camera, which made him seem unhappy and he said "lets keep my face out of this". I said "what about the photos" and he said "the old pictures are ok, just not this old picture" as he pointed to his face.
"Its a deal", I said and we sat down for dinner. I could already tell that grandpa was thinking a lot during dinner because he hardly said anything. I just hope he was thinking of some good stories to tell.