Monday, May 16, 2016

Situation Normal - But . .

Barkley at doggie day camp back in the day.

Each night, around 7 o'clock CentralTime, unless I'm in the field, I call my Dad.  I visit him every couple of months (it's a 16 hour round trip and air fares are high) but we talk every night. He won't live with us or one of the grandkids, though all have made him welcome; he wants to stay in his home, he just can't do it without help.

Normally it's a typical conversation--weather, what he just made for dinner (his full-time home health aide, which I arranged for him, makes him leftovers out of his hot lunches or heats up one of the meals I make and freeze).  Then there is what he saw on his daily walk and/or drive.  She is authorized to take him to all his appointments, or just out for a drive (which usually involves the Wendy's Drive Thru for a Frosty when it's raining.) and he loves those little excursions.

He's generally in good spirits, but not real exuberant after a meal and a watered down martini.
I called last night and Dad was ALL wound up.  Like a kid.  I should preface this with a scenario.

Dad has a big box mart type store directly behind his house, separated only by a fence he built in the 60's. He refused to sell  his home and property as all the neighbors did. So his view from the back of the house where the family room and TV is, is a giant building and flood lights (I have blackout curtains In my bedroom).  It's seriously dropped the value of his home as his lot is not big enough to make a difference now in their business plan as far as buying it later, and no one wants big box mart and  their associated "prison break" flood lights in their back yard, as well as blocking their view of the mountains.  But I give him credit, for refusing to give in. He wants to die in that house where he outlived two wives and two kids and he's going to, if he has any say in the matter.

That being said. . .

I said. "So how was your day?"

I expected the usual.  What was for lunch and dinner, who visited (several neighbors and our pastor there visit regularly), how my husband (whom my Dad loves) was faring and who is beating who in sports, the remote permanently affixed to Dad's hand each evening (this was the man that after a stroke was SMILING because "No one's going to take the remote from a guy with a stroke, NO MORE Dancing with the Stars! Go Seahawks!").  That normally is our typical conversation.
What I got was. . .

"Some guy drove through the back fence from the big box parking lot immediately followed by the police who tasered him by your Mom's Rhododendron plant!  Wow! He could really twitch!"

Apparently, that actually happened  (as opposed to when Dad won the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes recently which was a Jamaican scammer who cost him hundreds of bucks in "fees" to claim his  non-existant prize, before I dropped a rock on the guy myself and notified Dad's local law enforcement, who said the same guy had scammed a number of folks in town).

Seriously, I hope there is a special place in Hell for those that prey on the elderly. 

Dad ordered a brand new and complete fence to be built for the property from the Home Improvement store, as I have a credit account there we use for his house needs.  Soon, all would be well (with the exception of my credit card limit).
At least he let his insurance guy know and hopefully some of the expense will be recoverable (unlike Jamaica guy).

In any case, it was almost worth the money just to hear that excitement in his voice.  

Nite - LBJ


  1. Hari OM
    Having a quiet giggle - you are pretty much describing my own father (though he be a youngster at 80). On my chat with him at the weekend he sounded all bright and it transpired my brother had got him a rail ticket down to stay in Notts for a week. It normally takes a can-opener and the promise of several whiskies to pry him from that telly-chair!!!

    I sure do hope that insurance comes good... YAM xx

  2. Sometimes it feels like a long time passes before something unusual breaks up the monotony (that can actually feel very secure). Glad your dad had some excitement and maybe he'll remember the thrill every time he looks at the new fence!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy and Stanley

  3. Oh man!!! Well, that sure was interesting! And it sounds like no one was hurt, except your wallet...I hopes your Dad's house is all secure til the fence peeps can fix it.
    Gpa's need some excitement in their lives...maybe like a black and tan doggie that has drool issues! BOL!
    Ruby ♥

  4. OMD OMD We LOVE the BOY COULD THAT GUY TWITCH part... THAT is Funny...
    What an experience...

  5. Wow, that's definitely a way to break up the monotony!

  6. Ooh! You dad got to see somebody ride the lightning? Cool!

    Too bad about the fence though...Glad your dad was ok!

  7. Oh there is a special place in hell for those sorry S.O.B's. Glad your dad had some excitement.

    Aroo to you,

  8. We loved this story and that your dad had an exciting dad, our grandpops is the same.
    stella rose

  9. That is horrible! I hope your dad is OK!

  10. Exciting days will bring fun memories later. I wish I knew what special power the tv remote holds for all men.

  11. oh wow..... I'm glad only the fence is damaged and it ended not scary (well maybe for the guy)... probably no fun to get tasered, but at least the scenery with the rhododendron plant was a nice one...


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