We walk into the living room and see my grandfather’s new couches. They are awesome, white crushed velvet with wood accents on the arms and legs, and long sausage like pillows. The contrast between the dark brown shag rug and the glistening white was so strong. They almost glowed in the light. We are so excited about these couches we couldn’t wait to get on them.
However, Grandpa reaches over and grabs two large brown sheets and drapes them over each couch. The glowing white velvet completely hidden from view, we look to him confused.
“Why are you covering them up?” I ask puzzled by his behavior.
“Because they are new and I don’t want them getting dirty,” comes my grandfather’s stern reply. “Besides,” he continues, “there are rules for the new couches.”
“ First, No sitting on them without the sheets. Second, No jumping or horseplay on the couch. Last, No throwing or hitting people with the pillows.”
We stand nodding as we hear the list of rules. “You kids understand the rules?”
“Yes!” we all say and turn and run back to the basement. No rules there.
Those couches don’t sound like much fun. And I am still confused about the sheets. “You can’t even see them with the sheets on,” I keep thinking to myself, “What’s the point?”
Twenty-five years later…
We walk into the living room and see the same couches. It hasn’t changed much, same carpet, same couch. The only difference is the sheets are gone! I think back to the rules from long ago, “I wonder if the rules still apply.”
Sitting down on the couches, I see Wyatt’s eyes instantly go to the pillows. I give him a look reminding him of the rules we had gone over before our visit and turn back to my grandfather. My conversation with grandpa is more of a shouting match, he can’t hear very well and I need to focus on him to keep the conversations going.
Out of the corner of my eye I see the long sausage pillow sailing across the room. “Smack” a direct hit on Grant and from there it is on. There is mass chaos of two young boys jumping, hitting, and wrestling. They break all the rules in a matter of seconds.
“Wyatt, Grant, stop!” I shout at them, “Come on guys, you know the rules!”
I turn to look at grandpa but instead of the yelling that would have accompanied my childhood, grandpa is smiling ear to ear and laughing out loud.
“Tommy, there fine, let them go. They can hurt anything in here,” grandpa chuckles.
I smile and think to myself, “I guess the missing sheets aren’t the only change in this living room after all!”