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Thursday, February 25, 2010

Happy 'n Sad - like - Sweet 'n Sour

I’m doing laundry today.  Okay - so - I get to another load of darks.  I'm in the kitchen when I hear the buzzer on the dryer - which is located down stairs - in the basement.  That’s no easy feat these days - with two pooches trying to convince neighbors that we have constant mauling going on in this house.

I knowI know.  I’ve tried telling ’em.  “ Look - you goofball poo-ploppers.  The closest neighbors are living acres away!

Do they listen to me?  Do they believe me?  Do they care?  Huh.

Anyway - I get down there and begin hanging all the nice and clean - warm - freshly scented - unwrinkled load of dark clothing when I discover - this.







Dwayne comes down to bring me a sock that was left upstairs - because I told him that I make enough trips up and down those stairs - and he can do it once for me - before I do it a dozen more times today - before the last trip down to get something out of the freezer for supper.

Me -
Hey - there‘s a hole in your shirt.  Do you know anything about that?

Him -

Umm - yeah.  It must’ve happened when… ”  ( He’s not even paying attention. )

Me -
Do you even know which shirt I’m talking about?

Him -
Not really.

Me -
Look.  It’s your red plaid flannel shirt.  How did that happen?

Him -
I dunno.  I’m not worried about it.  It’s one of my old ones.

Me -
Well - I’m worried about it.  It’s one of my favorite shirts I wear!

Him ( laughing ) -
It’s my shirt!

On a more serious note -

Today marks the 30th anniversary of the day we buried my Dad - Marty - who was technically considered to be my stepfather - but he’s the man that raised me from the time I was 16 months old.  Ironically - that date also happened to be my Mom and Dad’s wedding anniversary.  However - they’d been divorced a year or two before he was killed by a drunk driver down in Houston, Texas.

If this part seems cut and dry - it is.  It’s the best I can do - at this moment.  This friggin’ world demands life go on.  Therefore - I will carry on - while I take a few days to work - sort - and deal - before I can - finally - journal my thoughts.  I miss him - like he was here only yesterday.

That’s about all I can handle saying today.  I know one thing - I’ll be okay.  But I can't let this day go without posting a special song - for Daddy.


3 comments:

ChileFarmer said...

Great post,I enjoyed it. Bill

Tammy Renee' Cupp said...

No words.............just hugs being sent from Virginia.

Tammy

Deb said...

Oh I LOVE that song, thanks for posting it, sorry you lost your Dad. I still miss my Uncle who died to young 16 years ago, and don't even want to think about when I loose my Dad. :(

Life does go on, but that doesn't mean we have to forget those we have lost, that we loved...they will live forever in our hearts.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Happy 'n Sad - like - Sweet 'n Sour

I’m doing laundry today.  Okay - so - I get to another load of darks.  I'm in the kitchen when I hear the buzzer on the dryer - which is located down stairs - in the basement.  That’s no easy feat these days - with two pooches trying to convince neighbors that we have constant mauling going on in this house.

I knowI know.  I’ve tried telling ’em.  “ Look - you goofball poo-ploppers.  The closest neighbors are living acres away!

Do they listen to me?  Do they believe me?  Do they care?  Huh.

Anyway - I get down there and begin hanging all the nice and clean - warm - freshly scented - unwrinkled load of dark clothing when I discover - this.







Dwayne comes down to bring me a sock that was left upstairs - because I told him that I make enough trips up and down those stairs - and he can do it once for me - before I do it a dozen more times today - before the last trip down to get something out of the freezer for supper.

Me -
Hey - there‘s a hole in your shirt.  Do you know anything about that?

Him -

Umm - yeah.  It must’ve happened when… ”  ( He’s not even paying attention. )

Me -
Do you even know which shirt I’m talking about?

Him -
Not really.

Me -
Look.  It’s your red plaid flannel shirt.  How did that happen?

Him -
I dunno.  I’m not worried about it.  It’s one of my old ones.

Me -
Well - I’m worried about it.  It’s one of my favorite shirts I wear!

Him ( laughing ) -
It’s my shirt!

On a more serious note -

Today marks the 30th anniversary of the day we buried my Dad - Marty - who was technically considered to be my stepfather - but he’s the man that raised me from the time I was 16 months old.  Ironically - that date also happened to be my Mom and Dad’s wedding anniversary.  However - they’d been divorced a year or two before he was killed by a drunk driver down in Houston, Texas.

If this part seems cut and dry - it is.  It’s the best I can do - at this moment.  This friggin’ world demands life go on.  Therefore - I will carry on - while I take a few days to work - sort - and deal - before I can - finally - journal my thoughts.  I miss him - like he was here only yesterday.

That’s about all I can handle saying today.  I know one thing - I’ll be okay.  But I can't let this day go without posting a special song - for Daddy.


3 comments:

ChileFarmer said...

Great post,I enjoyed it. Bill

Tammy Renee' Cupp said...

No words.............just hugs being sent from Virginia.

Tammy

Deb said...

Oh I LOVE that song, thanks for posting it, sorry you lost your Dad. I still miss my Uncle who died to young 16 years ago, and don't even want to think about when I loose my Dad. :(

Life does go on, but that doesn't mean we have to forget those we have lost, that we loved...they will live forever in our hearts.