Hello to all, hope everyone is doing well! I found out last month that my dad, aka my whole world and best friend, has cancer. He flew to Boston this morning to have surgery on tuesday. Any happy vibes or prayers you could send this way would be much appreciated. He's a character! He has a car lift in the garage. He used to let stevie (my bro) and I balance our "big wheels" on either side of it and raise us up to what seemed like 50 ft in the air.... until mom came out... the game quickly ended at that point:) I used tto play the ever important role.... the most important role in the world... of being the sole person who could "bleed the breaks". In the basement dad had an old mark 9 jag. I'm not so sure he knew about this.... it had a skylight in it. Steve and I would get in, climb through the skylight, and slide down the winsheild. I asked him the other day if he knew about it. "Of course I did, why do you think the skylight was always left open??" But, perhaps the best, most thrilling thing were the words, " honey, I'm going to take the kids for a test drive."
"Don't you drive that care too fast with them!" The test drive was normally in the xke.... since you were basically sitting on the pavement, it felt like we were driving a million miles per hour. I'm not exactly a "conventional" daughter. After all, I am a 37... or is it 38? Year old female on this sight:)!! I'm a bit of an oddball, for many reasons which some persons know about and some dont. Dad says, "bird, you're one of a kind." Which, depending on the day, is either a good or bad thing:) He's always loved me for just the way i am. a more recent adventure was cleaning out the chimney. Dad always insists on doing that job himself. He's been doing it for as long as I've been alive, and has the misconception that he's gotten good at the job. So, he had the brilliant idea to tape up plastic around the wood stove,so as not to let the ashes go anywhere, which I would help to hold up while dad got on the roof to feed the brush through. As luck or lack thereof would have it, dad only put one screw back in the cap, which promptly fell off after he was on the roof. I screamed at him to stop.... not knowing whether to let go of the plastic to get to the cap or not. He didn't here me me, "what the hell happened?"
"I tried to yell at you. Mom's not coming home for another hour." We frantically began dusting soot off of pictures, mirrors, the TV , her desk.... I heard the awful sound of mom's car pulling in the driveway. Busted. Had dad been by himself, it would have been an awful situation, but , together, it was hilarious. ... well, not to mom. I suppose that's a good testimony .... when something is bad or frustrating alone becomes somehow good when we're together, well, that's something special. Anyhow, that's more then anyone cares to know about my dad, I'm sure! So, that's a little bit about my dad
Cheers
Bird
