As indicated yesterday it has snowed a lot in the past couple of weeks which means I have shoveled or broken up ice almost every day. Yes, I'm keeping my arms toned and working on shoulder muscles. I relay this funny story that deals with how my father (aka papa) and I sometimes communicate.
Starts with I came in from shoveling last Monday - soaking wet because it was sleeting. I changed clothes and sat on couch to relax and have some water.
The following conversation actually happened - Papa: Are you all done? Me: Yes I'm finished. Papa: Can you get the car out of the driveway? Me: Yes as far as I know we should be good to go. Papa: Do you want to go get pineapple at Tedeschi's (small store) to go with the ham for dinner? Or do you want to go visit your mom?
Me: Papa we can go to visit mom if you want. Papa: Well she probably is settled with her day and she knows we are not coming. Me: Ok! So do you want to go to Shaw's(bigger grocery store) to pick up some groceries?
Papa: That will be good. I want to get out for a ride. Me: OK let me get dressed and we can go. So I put back on the wet clothes because why get more clothes wet. We head to Shaws...weather when we came out worse. Wind is blowing blowing blowing.
I back into the driveway and just want to get him inside. His hat blows away and lands on the top of a tall snow bank. Papa says: that's my good hat! (Now you have to understand that my dad has about 25 of the same type of hat in different colors.) I'm thinking who gives a darn get in the house! I hand him groceries and send him in. I continue to run back and forth because you know he decided he needed a lot of groceries.
Again, I'm drenched. Then I decide I better try to get the hat because if not he is like a kid and will sulk a bit. I try to get the hat which I'm sure provided entertainment to some of the neighbors that I'm sure were watching. As I mentioned this snow bank was tall so I tried to use the extended brush....no luck. Remember I'm getting wetter and wetter....I finally grab the shovel and basically step into the side of the snowbank. BUT ...I got the hat! I came in drenched...changed clothes again and then helped put the groceries away. Papa was happy that I got the hat and has worn it every day since. Not sure if he is trying to prove it's his favorite hat or just does not want to drag out other hats.
That's my fun story for the week. I hope you find something humorous. I'm going to get going here as I need to shovel again or find out if any one is wondering the neighborhood so I can grab them.
Take care. Chat soon. Marie