New Hiding Spot

So I'm cleaning out the fridge today when, behind the crisper drawer, I find a plastic sandwich bag filled with three small, elastic-tied bundles.

The bundles had a weight to them. What could they be? I am both afraid and curious to find out. 



Ha! Mystery solved!



Sweet Potato Disposal

So we’re cutting sweet potato fries and Opa walks by and snags one.

“It’s raw, Dad. I don’t think you’ll like it.”

“Oh, no, I like it”, he says as he takes a bite and continues walking through the kitchen.

Later, I water the plants in the sunroom and see this:

 

 

The Old Blue Vacuum Cleaner

So I get up at 6:30 am to bring the "large item" garbage out including a 20-year-old non-functioning vacuum cleaner. I have to make sure to bring such garbage out to the curb just before pick-up so that Opa doesn't have a chance to sneak it all back into the house. But later, after the garbage pick-up, I noticed something in the backyard....

Opa makes me laugh, and he teaches me that humour is found in the unexpected. 

Oh where oh where is the coffee?

Each week I spend a significant amount of time searching for needed items that have gone missing. For a week or two it was my reading glasses. Before that it was my tools. Locating the watering can was a summer long activity. Although there are exceptions, usually missing items can be found under Opa's bed, in his dresser drawers, in his closet, or occasionally in the basement, He is more surprised than anyone when I find these items there.

The most recent disappearing item is my father's instant coffee.  Last week, I found his jar of coffee on the top shelf of his closet. This week the coffee disappeared again, but was not quite as easy to locate.  After checking the usual places at least three times, I gave up. But then it showed up a couple of days later when I decided to bake his favourite plum cake.

While I prefer brewed coffee, Opa prefers instant. Or does he? This morning, my basket of coffee filters went missing and has still not been located.