Rollercoaster Style

As Friday afternoon rolls along, my date (that's been in the making for the last 89 years) suddenly derails - I've been hit by the stomach flu roller coaster. 

I head home, after barely finishing the day at work, load myself up with stomach calming medicine and wait for the 'magic' of modern medicine to start working.  Thirty minutes later, I call Frank (Grandpa Houser) and let him know that I'm on my way. 

Frank responds with his authoritative booming voices:  "Why don't we move it to another day?"

"Would you like to meet this weekend?"

"No, we meet on Fridays."  He states in the tone that tells me he's set his mind and there's no changing it!

"OK, it's a date, I'll see you next Friday." I humbly hang up the phone, sad that I've missed the first Friday with Frank. 

I start laughing out loud  - the stubbornness of Frank in having the date changed (this is one of the reason's why I love that man).

Stop!  Let me off this roller coaster stomach flu.... I have a date that's taken 89 years to come to fruition....

Fridays With Frank

Each week I'll spend some time with Frank (my Grandpa).  Find out more about his life and then post this for those who would like to learn about life from an 89 year old, humorous, generous, old fashioned, stubborn kind of man. 

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