Going to see Pop this afternoon.
It'll probaly be just the two of us. Perhaps it could even be the first time I have ever spend time alone with him.
He is a hard man to get to know, conversation is typically a one way road, you listen to him go through the stories which are currently on his mind, and then the currently spooled jokes, and then the old stories. If you're lucky (and you like math) you might just get the review of cool tricks with numbers.
Typically it appears that his input to conversation is strictly by rote.
I don't mind that he's this way, it is just odd that he is so incredibly isolated and insulated behind his thoughts and mental activity. In a way I guess, just like everybody else...
It will be not come as a surprise to me if he opens up some tonight. I can't imagine how hard his life is right now so soon after loosing Nan. In a way I have to be ready for it.
I'm going to pick up a trunk that he built when he was working the DEW line up north. He says he built it in 1955. It's a simple old box probably built as a locker to keep his personal belongings safe. Will likely end up gathering some other odds and ends as well.
I hope that I won't be late...
Pop usually breaks out in hives if anyone is late...not stricly because of anxiety related to fearing the worst...but because he's battling with himself to keep from calling 911 because he's sure the worst has already manifest.
Will have to make sure I give myself lots of time to get there.
I hope we end up going out to dinner afterwards.