</font><font color="blue" class="small">( The down side was I turned into the sunday Church choeffer and general visiting driver. )</font>
Dave,
I know what you mean. /forums/images/graemlins/crazy.gif
After my grandfather passed away, those of us that lived within a reasonable distance of grandma made it a point to see visit her regularly. We were only about a 40 minute drive away, so the wife, kids and I would jump in the car at least once a week and drive over to see her and maybe take her out to dinner.
She was still a very active Norwegian lady who drove herself all over God's green earth. One time we hadn't heard from her for over a week or so, and we started to get worried. Then we got a post card from her from Alaska saying she and some friends had decided to take a little vacation and drive out and see it! /forums/images/graemlins/shocked.gif
Anyway, grandpa had always taken care of the car when he was alive. Well, after a couple months after his passing, I asked grandma one day if the car was working alright for her. She said yes, but she was worried about the fluid levels. Could I check them for her?
Hey, sure! /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif No problem. Well, from that day forward, I became her mechanic. Anything that even squeaked on the car needed me to come and look at it. I mean I loved doing it for grandma, but I didn't even do that for my own cars!! Geesh, the mechanics need to make a living too, right? that was always my philosophy anyway. /forums/images/graemlins/smirk.gif
I don't want to sound like I'm complaining, because it really did allow me the chance to spend a lot of time (certainly more time than I would normally have spent!) with her before she passed away. And you are absolutely right about the cooking. Only in my case, it was all of those Norwegian pastries! /forums/images/graemlins/ooo.gif /forums/images/graemlins/ooo.gif /forums/images/graemlins/ooo.gif /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif