Though he is 95, my grandpa is a busy man. Especially in the spring and summer seasons, he is constantly tending to his gardens, both his indoor one and outdoor one.
I went to see my grandpa last weekend (June 10th to be exact). I found him in the basement, or what I like to call his "workshop". In his workshop, he's built three large incubators for his sweet potato and taro seedlings. They each have their own "sunlight", which is turned on every day by an automated system my grandpa has set up.
He's always working on something. One time several years ago, I asked my grandpa what his plans were for the next day. He listed off several things he needed to do for his garden. "Tomorrow will be very busy," he said to me. I instantly felt incredibly lazy.
So, while I took a long nap on his couch, he worked in his basement, the garage, and probably outside in the backyard. I used to ask him if he needed help, but he likes to work alone. And when I randomly drop in to see him like I do, I have to mold myself to his schedule. He can't drop everything he's doing just to small talk with me! He simply has too much to do.
