Men playing with "toys"
Dad and my neighbor have been hanging around in the backyards a lot lately. My neighbor is undergoing treatment for an illness, and is around most days. That, of course, makes Dad sad and happy. Sad, because he knows our Neighbor is ill, happy because he has a "Pal".
So Dad checks on our Neighbor every day. Those of you who are regular readers understand how crazy that can make someone (me!). They make their plans for meeting later on, with various projects on tap. For example, our Neighbor was cleaning out the shed where the gardening implements are stored in their yard. Dad went over, and acted like the supervisor...
"You could fit that over there...and put that over on that side...do you really need that?"
Our Neighbor, well, you can imagine what he said back. It involved some profanity, and tongue-in-cheek comments. Our Neighbor really likes Dad so he has a good, joking relationship with Dad, which works for Dad, too. They are both "Salt of the Earth" guys at heart, understand each other and respect each other.
Of course, all of this work in the shed got them to thinking...both remember Little Rascals. Remember that show? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBIC8JTQMMQ The He Man Woman Haters club was first and foremost in the guys' minds as they were looking at the shed. Fantasies began flying fast and furiously. They would get the women to bring them food, and hang out in the shed...
Yesterday, Dad yells up to me while I am working. He really doesn't understand the concept of working from home at all..."She needs to take a break...she's not doing anything up there..." I hear him say that all the time! So he yells loudly for me to "COME HERE RIGHT NOW". I think all sorts of horrible things have happened to him - he fell again, there's blood, someone hit his car. I go downstairs, yelling for him, finally hear his mouth running outside, run outside.
Our Neighbor is using his powerwasher on our crappy old plastic chairs that have been behind the garage for over 3 years...Dad is prouder than a Pop Warner kid who just sacked the quarterback. "See, don't they look good?" Our Neighbor looks at me, a bit sheepishly...I give him the same look back, and say, "Thank you - they look great." Dad immediately says, "Dirk will think it's good, too, right?" I'm not really sure I even remembered the chairs were back there. Dad had washed them first with Lysol, then our Neighbor washed them with the powerwasher.
This is what happens when men go out to play. There are worse things in life, for sure, than cleaning out sheds to make clubs, and playing with powerwashers.
The paint has come off of the oldest of the chairs (duh!), so now Dad wants to spray paint them...another project!
So Dad checks on our Neighbor every day. Those of you who are regular readers understand how crazy that can make someone (me!). They make their plans for meeting later on, with various projects on tap. For example, our Neighbor was cleaning out the shed where the gardening implements are stored in their yard. Dad went over, and acted like the supervisor...
"You could fit that over there...and put that over on that side...do you really need that?"
Our Neighbor, well, you can imagine what he said back. It involved some profanity, and tongue-in-cheek comments. Our Neighbor really likes Dad so he has a good, joking relationship with Dad, which works for Dad, too. They are both "Salt of the Earth" guys at heart, understand each other and respect each other.
Of course, all of this work in the shed got them to thinking...both remember Little Rascals. Remember that show? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBIC8JTQMMQ The He Man Woman Haters club was first and foremost in the guys' minds as they were looking at the shed. Fantasies began flying fast and furiously. They would get the women to bring them food, and hang out in the shed...
Yesterday, Dad yells up to me while I am working. He really doesn't understand the concept of working from home at all..."She needs to take a break...she's not doing anything up there..." I hear him say that all the time! So he yells loudly for me to "COME HERE RIGHT NOW". I think all sorts of horrible things have happened to him - he fell again, there's blood, someone hit his car. I go downstairs, yelling for him, finally hear his mouth running outside, run outside.
Our Neighbor is using his powerwasher on our crappy old plastic chairs that have been behind the garage for over 3 years...Dad is prouder than a Pop Warner kid who just sacked the quarterback. "See, don't they look good?" Our Neighbor looks at me, a bit sheepishly...I give him the same look back, and say, "Thank you - they look great." Dad immediately says, "Dirk will think it's good, too, right?" I'm not really sure I even remembered the chairs were back there. Dad had washed them first with Lysol, then our Neighbor washed them with the powerwasher.
This is what happens when men go out to play. There are worse things in life, for sure, than cleaning out sheds to make clubs, and playing with powerwashers.
The paint has come off of the oldest of the chairs (duh!), so now Dad wants to spray paint them...another project!
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