He likes stopping at the dispensary

My Grandpa came to visit during the last hot season.

Grandpa was not enjoying staying alone at the farm. My step-Dad had a new baby, and this was his chance to get away and come to see our sister, but father drove to the airport to pick her up and brought her home. I was so cheerful to see him. Every one of us got to talk for quite some time after he’d seen the baby. Grandpa was telling me he planned to stay in an elderly care center soon. The house was getting to be too much for him. Plus, it felt empty ever since Grandma passed away. Every one of us talked about the pros and cons of moving to a care center. In the end, it was going to be his decision. I asked him if he wanted a site near our lake condo or far away. I knew a friend whose parents were in an elderly center in the city. They always went every weekend to visit her, or she’d come home to spend time with them. Grandpa said that sounded fantastic and recommended we drive there the next afternoon to get a think of the site. Every one of us got up early and had dinner, then jumped into our car. Dad didn’t ask where we were going since he knew we always snuck away for our adventures. As we drove, we passed by a marijuana dispensary, and Grandpa wanted to go in. I’d only been to the cannabis dispensary once with a friend but didn’t stay long. Grandpa wanted some cannabis oil plus some edibles to help him relax. I knew he was nervous about the care center and helped him search for pot brownies. I came across some modern marijuana products that included the coolest cannabis oil pen I’d ever seen.