As mentioned on my about page, I’ve been gasping for time. I was helping out with my Dad and his broken foot. He is unable to bear weight on it, so he sits a lot. I washed his gray, Einstein-like hair the other day (he needs a barber)and in doing that it reminded me of how much he looks like the old geezers in the Muppet Show, you know, the ones who sit in the balcony and criticize the show.
He is doing better, but says he’s bored. At least he has a great view of the lake while he sits in a chair with his cast leg up.
My sister sent dad a small model airplane kit to assemble to keep him occupied. He has had a lifelong interest in airplanes. He’s an RC float plane enthusiast as long as he has an instructor handy. “I don’t like to take off or land the things, but I’ll fly one for a while.” He once had aspirations to be a pilot in WWII, but that’s a story for a later post.
Dad’s pretty goofy, and it’s this goofy attitude that keeps him laughing, albeit, mostly at himself. He’s politically incorrect, a dirty old man, screws up every joke he tells, and goes by the name “Dirty Dewey.” Draw your own conclusions! Even though he has no verbal filters, I love him anyway. He’s my Dad!