If you ask Dictionary.com for the definition of “Immovable” they will tell you it means, ” Incapable of being moved; fixed; stationary.” If you ask me (someone who knows her stuff) I would tell you that Immovable is “a grandparent sleeping in the family’s most comfortable (and coveted) chair following a Thanksgiving feast.” I have great memories watching my grandparents hunker down in their chairs after large dinner and falling fast asleep. My grandpa could sit erect while slumbering with just simply resting his chin on his chest. My grandma on the other hand had her own method to meet the sand-man. She would sit on the left side of couch with both legs tucked up to the side of her causing her to sit on a slight angle. By the time she was fast asleep her nose would be almost touching the arm of the couch or on a good day, her left knee. 🙂 Part of the fun was trying to see what contortion she would end up in or waiting for the day when she would tumble off the “davenport” (aka couch). I always wanted to arouse them with a trumpet serenade yet never acted on it, as I valued my life. I did play the performance inside my head many times often changing the various outcomes for my own entertainment. By now you know, there is never a dull moment inside this noggin of mine. LOL
Sending my love to you Nana and PaPaw- I miss you!