Father-Daughter Bonding
For Father’s Day, my dad and I didn’t do anything particularly special. We just hung out and in the evening decided to tackle spring cleaning his office. The office closet in particular as it has accumulated an absurd amount of junk. With my help, we are getting rid of so much stuff! I’m so proud. And of course, some interesting discoveries were made.
First, I found a little notebook of sorts that kept track of my dad’s grades and activities throughout school. For his senior year activities, he listed two things plus “as little of everything else as possible.” Senioritis much?
Next we went through his books. Now, a lot of these books are stupid business books that really don’t provide all that much help. (One of the gems of advice in one of them made me cackle with laughter…so impractical!) But, I did find one FANTASTIC book of poetry. Shall I share one with you? Yes, I shall. This one is entitled How:
I’ve snowshoed in and traveled far
And now I can’t get the door ajar.
And here I am - I’ve got to go!
To dig the snow would take some strain
And that might make me leave a stain.
The need is great and the time is now
Wish someone were here to tell me how.
The name of the book? Muddled Meanderings in an Outhouse. My dad purchased it in 1973 on some family trip. How about another one? This one is called Relief by the Barrel.
Here’s a helpful outdoor tip
If you’re headed out for a camping trip.
A barrel on end with a hole in the top
Beats a hole in the ground for an emergency stop.
But it has short comings as you can see -
The rim make you numb above the knees.
It magnifies most any sound
And on a frosty morn you might freeze down.
Ah the things you find when your father is from Alabama! This book will provide numerous howls of laughter. I’m contemplating reading one aloud on the office intercom. That would rock. Or maybe I should send one out company wide via e-mail? I can mark it with high priority.
Moving along on the discovery list, I thought of Cathy and Corey when I found two particular books in my dad’s collection - The Communist Manifesto and a book of Old English ballads.
My dad’s response to a lot of books was, “That’s a good book. One day I’ll read it.” He also had a couple of nice business briefs/bags that he never uses and never will. I guessed that he will probably read his books when he’s senile and in a retirement home. He’ll dump all his books into his bag and pretend like he’s off to work while the nurses shout, “No, no, Mr. Hall! You don’t have to go to work today!” And that will happen everyday and the argument will only escalate.
My final discovery brought me much joy. My dad has this little container that he once used to store business cards, paper clips, and other miscellaneous things that resembles a mini cauldron. I have dubbed it my Harry Potter Cauldron. (I totally swiped it from my dad.) So now, I can really pretend that I go to Hogwarts. I’ll just put on my graduation gown, put on the HP glasses, hold the wand, and carry my cauldron as though I’m off to Potions. Then I can whine about how evil Snape is! Weeeeeeeeee! My little cauldron has made me happy.
Next Sunday we plan on tackling the garage. Woooo!
First, I found a little notebook of sorts that kept track of my dad’s grades and activities throughout school. For his senior year activities, he listed two things plus “as little of everything else as possible.” Senioritis much?
Next we went through his books. Now, a lot of these books are stupid business books that really don’t provide all that much help. (One of the gems of advice in one of them made me cackle with laughter…so impractical!) But, I did find one FANTASTIC book of poetry. Shall I share one with you? Yes, I shall. This one is entitled How:
I’ve snowshoed in and traveled far
And now I can’t get the door ajar.
And here I am - I’ve got to go!
To dig the snow would take some strain
And that might make me leave a stain.
The need is great and the time is now
Wish someone were here to tell me how.
The name of the book? Muddled Meanderings in an Outhouse. My dad purchased it in 1973 on some family trip. How about another one? This one is called Relief by the Barrel.
Here’s a helpful outdoor tip
If you’re headed out for a camping trip.
A barrel on end with a hole in the top
Beats a hole in the ground for an emergency stop.
But it has short comings as you can see -
The rim make you numb above the knees.
It magnifies most any sound
And on a frosty morn you might freeze down.
Ah the things you find when your father is from Alabama! This book will provide numerous howls of laughter. I’m contemplating reading one aloud on the office intercom. That would rock. Or maybe I should send one out company wide via e-mail? I can mark it with high priority.
Moving along on the discovery list, I thought of Cathy and Corey when I found two particular books in my dad’s collection - The Communist Manifesto and a book of Old English ballads.
My dad’s response to a lot of books was, “That’s a good book. One day I’ll read it.” He also had a couple of nice business briefs/bags that he never uses and never will. I guessed that he will probably read his books when he’s senile and in a retirement home. He’ll dump all his books into his bag and pretend like he’s off to work while the nurses shout, “No, no, Mr. Hall! You don’t have to go to work today!” And that will happen everyday and the argument will only escalate.
My final discovery brought me much joy. My dad has this little container that he once used to store business cards, paper clips, and other miscellaneous things that resembles a mini cauldron. I have dubbed it my Harry Potter Cauldron. (I totally swiped it from my dad.) So now, I can really pretend that I go to Hogwarts. I’ll just put on my graduation gown, put on the HP glasses, hold the wand, and carry my cauldron as though I’m off to Potions. Then I can whine about how evil Snape is! Weeeeeeeeee! My little cauldron has made me happy.
Next Sunday we plan on tackling the garage. Woooo!