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Friday, 09 May 2008
Yesterday, I went to the grocery store and got my usual order of bananas.  Four ripe and four green.  That way, by the time the four ripe ones have been eaten, the green ones are ripe.

Immediately after Dad ate his breakfast banana, I still had two left from last week, and so I offered one to Little Sam (which she began to eat while handing Dad his pills) and laid another on the counter for Edna, who was in the next room.

Within ten seconds, I caught a glimpse of Dad eating Edna's banana before she had a chance to snatch it off the counter, having forgotten he had just finished one.

How nice that Dad's his new soul-mate is an eighteen year-old, banana loving, blond-haired girl.
 
It is a Little Outrageous Print E-mail
Wednesday, 07 May 2008
Today, Samantha took Dad to physical therapy, and as usual, they stopped in at Borders Books for an iced coffee and a New york Times for Dad.

For some reason, when the cashier made the announcement that the total was $9.65, Dad had a small fit.

"That is outrageous!" He fumed as he put down the drink and the paper.  He refused to pay that "ridiculous price" for two coffees and a newspaper.

Dad thinks that should be about $1.25.

Samantha called to lament that he had made her leave her coffee behind also, as he loudly commented that this would be his last trip to that particular store!

Until Friday.
 
Short Primary Season for Dad Print E-mail
Tuesday, 06 May 2008
North Carolina votes in the primary today.  Finally! 

I guess anyone who has seen CNN in the past 2 weeks knows that.

When I got up this morning, I had a note from Dad that read:  Kathy - Am I registered to vote in Pfafftown (our town) tomorrow?

I wonder who He'll vote for.  I bet he'll ask me who Barack Obama is and if there is really a woman running for President.

He is the only person I know who is not sick to death of the hearing about the whole darned thing day and night!






 
Cinco de Mayo Print E-mail
Monday, 05 May 2008

Today Dad is having dinner with my sister Susan and David and I will enjoy a rare treat of Mexican food on the perfect day.

Dad was in the Army back in the 1950s and was stationed in Louisiana, Oklahoma and Texas.  He ate a lot of Mexican food during that time and it is the only food he really does not like.

Whenever I mention it, Dad says, "I don't like Mexican food.  Leave that to Sierra."

Sierra is our dog and she ate about six of our Latin American neighbors' pet chickens last year.

He remembers things I wish I could forget!

Happy Cinco de Mayo!




 
Holding His Liquor Print E-mail
Sunday, 04 May 2008
Yesterday my new computer arrived with lots of migs and gigs and GHZ so I am able to work more efficiently on KnowItAlz..  My friend Brandon came to set it up and we went to dinner afterward.

On the way home, we were talking about the success of our Lion's Club walk earlier in the day (we raised over a thousand dollars to help train a seeing eye puppy) and Dad glumly said that he had no recollection of the walk at all.

I told him he had 2 (imaginary) gin and tonics at the (imaginary) after party for the walk.

"That explains it."  He said with a hint of relief, having been given a plausible explanation for his not remembering the big walk six hours earlier.

"Congratulations.  You are now officially a black-out drunk." I joked to my Dad, as I patted him on the back and he laughed hysterically.

"I used to hold my liquor a whole lot better than that."   Dad replied.

"As long as you hold it until we get home, you are doing great for your age!"





 
Blind Leading the Blind Print E-mail
Saturday, 03 May 2008
Today is our annual Lion's Club "Walk for Independence" in which we all walk a mile in order to raise money for the training of a seeing-eye puppy.

Dad, David, Jessica and I and a bunch of friends are doing the one mile course.  Some of us will be blindfolded as to "walk a mile in the shoes" of a blind person.

We were all talking about it last night and Dad , "Am I a member of the Lion's Club?"

"Yes",  I replied.  "They needed someone to bring the average age down to eighty!"

REMEMBER THIS?



 
New Age of Dating Print E-mail
Thursday, 01 May 2008
Last night, my assistant Samantha took Dad out to dinner so David and I could have an evening alone together.

When they got home, I asked Dad how his "date" went.

"It wasn't a date," he said, "because Samantha drove and paid for dinner."

"Sounds like a good date to me!" I replied.

 
Don't Mess with Dad's Cart Print E-mail
Tuesday, 29 April 2008
Samantha took Dad to the grocery store yesterday.  That is where Dad feels like he is doing one of his VERY important jobs:  Pushing the cart.

Whenever we go anywhere with a cart, Dad is in charge from the time we enter the store until he returns it to the cart collector in the parking lot.

When Dad was looking at something on one of the shelves, Samantha casually pushed the cart down the aisle to continue the shopping.

"Stop!' he commanded, "That's my job!" 

"Does it come with paid vacation?" Samantha asked.

"My whole life is a paid vacation!" He replied.

"Good Point." She said.
 
I May Just Cancel the Newspaper Print E-mail
Monday, 28 April 2008

We have recently been assigned a new lady that delivers the newspaper.  She does a great job, even getting the paper on the driveway instead of in the ditch.

Yesterday, Dad woke up and grabbed the paper before heading into the mensroom for his morning constitutional.

A litle later, I heard him shuffling things around as if he wanted help searching for something.  I even heard the back door open and slam twice.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.  "The newspaper." he replied.

The thought crossed my mind to say that he brought in into the bathroom and it was never seen again, but I blamed the poor delivery lady.

"They forgot to deliver today. " I fibbed.  "Why don't you try a crosswrod puzzle instead?"

He did three puzzles!  That's so much better than reading about the murders and bad economy in the paper anyway.

 
More Pants for Goodwill Print E-mail
Saturday, 26 April 2008
Last night was the beginning of the Junior League Rummage Sale.  It is a time honored tradition in the Hatfield family to be amongst the hundreds of people standing in line when the doors open at 5:30 p.m.

Dad and I went along with our friends, the Marshalls.  Edna and I went toward housewares, and Dad, Sam and Samantha headed for the clothing.

I forgot to warn them that Dad still thinks he wears a size 36 pants, and he bought four pairs.  Remember THIS?

Oh well, at least he only paid $3 each for them!


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