Dad's Visit
Dad arrived for his first visit to Maine since Mom passed in February. He told me the day before, "If you're not at the airport when my flight gets in, I'll just wait." First, of course I'd be there on time and second, what the hell else would he do??
His flight arrived and as I guessed, he was wearing dockers, a dress shirt and a sports jacket - or blazer. Dad travels old school. He gave me a big hug and said, "Which way is out, I haven't had a cigarette since Pennsylvania." Dad is 70 and started smoking when he was in the first grade or something equally absurd and is not quitting now, especially without Mom harping on him.
We made the trip to our house in a little over an hour and upon entering Dad announced, "I need a beer." I think he started drinking beer in second grade, one thing at a time. I handed him a beer and whipped up some hot dogs and baked beans for us. We ate our lunch and chatted a bit until we hit the topic of making and selling cookies. One thing led to another and by the time The Donald came home we had spread out the laptop, the calculator on my phone, the scale, the flour, measuring cups and I was holding a 1/2 gallon of milk and determining how much it costs to make a cookie. We said, "Hello, we'll be with you in a minute - very busy...." The Donald just shook his head and said, "Oh god."
Dad updated us on his health, "Remember that lump on my hand? I got rid of it. Know how? Salt. Every night I would rub salt on it. See? Gone! Salt, cures everything. I don't take pills anymore, don't need 'em." He then held his finger up and said, "Speaking of salt, where is yours? I had a corn muffin at the airport and it irritated my mouth." He mixed up some salt water and gargled away. "All better. See? Salt."
The next morning Dad finished his breakfast, eggs, bacon, potatoes, toast, V8 and asked for our Dremmel. "I need to adjust my plate." Okey dokey. When he finished grinding down his dentures he said proudly, "Who the hell needs a dentist, right?!"
The Donald and Dad spent Friday repairing the front porch kickboards, replacing the deck apron as two nice gentlemen dropped off firewood and swept the chimney. Projects were crossed off the list and it was productive with a capital P. Dad is handy like no one I know, it is awesome.
Saturday provided crappy weather so we went over to the John Deere dealer and Dad treated us to a utility wagon for our riding mower and was scratching his head as to how we've managed without one for so long. That evening we made steamers and steamed lobster - wouldn't be a visit to Maine without it and then it was off to Lauren's soccer game so Dad could watch his granddaughter play. When we got home we stayed up until 1:30am talking, arguing, laughing, yelling, it was terrific fun.
Sunday was a bit more deck work and then moving firewood. I managed to brush some critter, perhaps a caterpillar, and developed an ungodly rash. Dad had me put salt on it. I saw Dr. McHottie today and he prescribed topical cream. Back to Sunday; around 8:00pm The Donald and Lauren headed to the store and Dad and I were enjoying some football when he pointed in the air and said, "There's a bat." Oh Jesus H! Dad jumped up in search of a broom and I ducked under a blanket. I had no idea how scary a bat flying through the house is. Dad managed to trap it and toss it out. If I close my eyes I can still see it flying towards me.
Dad left this morning and we all agreed, it was a wonderful visit. I facebooked his quotes throughout his visit, but for those of you who missed them, here they are:
His flight arrived and as I guessed, he was wearing dockers, a dress shirt and a sports jacket - or blazer. Dad travels old school. He gave me a big hug and said, "Which way is out, I haven't had a cigarette since Pennsylvania." Dad is 70 and started smoking when he was in the first grade or something equally absurd and is not quitting now, especially without Mom harping on him.
We made the trip to our house in a little over an hour and upon entering Dad announced, "I need a beer." I think he started drinking beer in second grade, one thing at a time. I handed him a beer and whipped up some hot dogs and baked beans for us. We ate our lunch and chatted a bit until we hit the topic of making and selling cookies. One thing led to another and by the time The Donald came home we had spread out the laptop, the calculator on my phone, the scale, the flour, measuring cups and I was holding a 1/2 gallon of milk and determining how much it costs to make a cookie. We said, "Hello, we'll be with you in a minute - very busy...." The Donald just shook his head and said, "Oh god."
Dad updated us on his health, "Remember that lump on my hand? I got rid of it. Know how? Salt. Every night I would rub salt on it. See? Gone! Salt, cures everything. I don't take pills anymore, don't need 'em." He then held his finger up and said, "Speaking of salt, where is yours? I had a corn muffin at the airport and it irritated my mouth." He mixed up some salt water and gargled away. "All better. See? Salt."
The next morning Dad finished his breakfast, eggs, bacon, potatoes, toast, V8 and asked for our Dremmel. "I need to adjust my plate." Okey dokey. When he finished grinding down his dentures he said proudly, "Who the hell needs a dentist, right?!"
The Donald and Dad spent Friday repairing the front porch kickboards, replacing the deck apron as two nice gentlemen dropped off firewood and swept the chimney. Projects were crossed off the list and it was productive with a capital P. Dad is handy like no one I know, it is awesome.
Saturday provided crappy weather so we went over to the John Deere dealer and Dad treated us to a utility wagon for our riding mower and was scratching his head as to how we've managed without one for so long. That evening we made steamers and steamed lobster - wouldn't be a visit to Maine without it and then it was off to Lauren's soccer game so Dad could watch his granddaughter play. When we got home we stayed up until 1:30am talking, arguing, laughing, yelling, it was terrific fun.
Sunday was a bit more deck work and then moving firewood. I managed to brush some critter, perhaps a caterpillar, and developed an ungodly rash. Dad had me put salt on it. I saw Dr. McHottie today and he prescribed topical cream. Back to Sunday; around 8:00pm The Donald and Lauren headed to the store and Dad and I were enjoying some football when he pointed in the air and said, "There's a bat." Oh Jesus H! Dad jumped up in search of a broom and I ducked under a blanket. I had no idea how scary a bat flying through the house is. Dad managed to trap it and toss it out. If I close my eyes I can still see it flying towards me.
Dad left this morning and we all agreed, it was a wonderful visit. I facebooked his quotes throughout his visit, but for those of you who missed them, here they are:
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