Windmills
I don't know how my dad knows, but he does. Yesterday, he was in his room all morning long but somehow, as soon as my grandson made himself comfortable in the great room and turned the TV on, he sensed a disturbance in The Force, and walked out. How? How does he know when someone else is enjoying the TV? Who knows? Certainly not me. If I was sitting in front of the set and my wife were nearby, I'd let him have a seat in his-- my-- favorite chair and take control of the remote control. Not that my father would make a fuss if he didn't get his way. He'd huff and puff and grunt and groan, but he wouldn't complain. He'd let his body's various exclamations do the complaining for him. But when it's his great-grandson who's sitting in front of the set, my father will keep his audible gripings to a minimum...