Monday, June 20, 2005

"Dad...dad. Daddio?"

The intonation in his voice when he's addressing kitchen appliances.
His formidable Scrabble skills.
His ability to love me unconditionally even AFTER I am the most insensitive, hot-headed, ungrateful daughter on the planet.
His thought to call me up and let me know the cheapest place in town to get gas that he saw as he was headed out of town to a workshop.
The way he's not afraid to experience emotion and share with us how much he misses his wife/our mother.
His willingness to dance at wedding receptions.
The joy he gets from spontaneously performing bluegrass music with a live band.
His sincere generosity.
His tremendous sense of humor (which to my benefit, and occasionally to my detriment, I have acquired a close variation of).

All those bits above are just the tip of the iceberg of reasons why, in all my 27 years, my father is greatest man I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. As I may have mentioned before, I am fiercely proud of him and love him lots.
I just thought I'd run that up the flagpole...

And NOW...

Some funny things that are funny if you know my father:

"Well there's some corn there. And of course Goose feathers..."

- Dad, answering my question of "what on earth is all that on the front porch?"

---

"Hey, don't go in THERE!"

- Dad, chastising the top plastic piece of the juicer that flew off and fell into the sink during a recent orange-juicing process.

---

Dad: "Hey, Melinda. I'm going to eat this banana. Want some?"
Me: "No thanks. You can have it."
Dad: "I just did halve it. See?" [holds up the banana now cut into to pieces]
Me: "But I said you could have it. You didn't have to halve it."

- a morning breakfast conversation.

---

"Is 'ladeeda' a word?"

- Dad, during a midnight Scrabble game.

"No."

- Me, not allowing that particular use of all seven letters.

---

"Hey, don't let me forget to take this helmet off before I get in the car and drive to Ohio."

- Dad, after finding a useful temporary place to store his bike helmet (whilst putting his bike on the car rack) and then forgetting he was wearing it for the next 20 minutes.

No comments: