daddy
my dad is home this week. it's cool. he's not a hugely talkative guy, so it's not like we're spending gobs of time together, really. with him, it's moments. like he has his little ipod that he walks around listening to (i think it's funny, because i don't even know how to work the thing), and he got a really nice pair of noise cancelling headphones. huge headphones, tiny ipod. he took them off because i was trying to talk to him, and then he said, "you've gotta hear this." so he plopped them on my head. it was the full instrumentation of the olympic fanfare, like a live concert with those headphones. i told him that was pretty cool and started to give them back. he said, "wait, one more thing." and he scrolled down and selected the first song off of green day's dookie album. i laughed and he just grinned. my dad. he listens to green day. i love him. it will be nice when all of this is over and he's just here. not that i still plan to be living at home then, but whatever. i don't know what's on the horizon. i just care that he comes home safe.