Here's a picture of my dad looking rugged.
I never new this dad, because by the time I was born, my dad was older. He sat in a recliner and watched T.V. while smoking Eve cigarettes.
My dad did laundry. When I brought my laundry to his house while I was in college, he repeatedly instructed me to change loads during commercials. To this day I still don't have the hang of it.
My dad liked to have Bar B.Q.s. I can picture various members of our blended family there in full 1970's style apparel. [Right now I would like to insert something about the difficulty of being in a blended family.....always on their "turf", always with "them". But I will restrain as I don't want to be a kill joy.....uh oh too late.]
My dad mowed the yard in cut-off shorts. He would roll the legs up and the waste band down until it looked like a blue jean Speedo. Thankfully he did this when he got to the backyard. As embarrassing as this may sound, today I do not care and would let that nut case mow my yard any day of the week.
Happy Father's Day to all.
3 comments:
At least your Dad mowed....it was me doing the mowing...or else!
However, the jean speedo image did make me wince. Thanks for sharing.
Cathern: Thanks for the flashback. Yes, blended families can be very difficult. I grew up in one and it only became easier after one of my siblings died in a tragic car accident. Now, who is the kill joy? I am sure we would have issues, even if we came from "normal" families. We will never know. Oh, well....we can be thankful for the dysfunctional friends we have as a result. Happy Father's Day to you!
I am trying to picture blue jean speedos. You need to come visit me today. I am home. Just take a short drive over the bridge to say hello to your long lost friend :) I have a new kitten........ ;)
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