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 know.  I 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.