I was looking at a recent picture of my dad. Silver-haired. Glasses. Made me remember things.
My childhood feels like a bizarre event that happened on a different planet. First of all, I have a spotty memory, and second of all, I’ve been a lot of weird places since then. And my whole world has changed many many times.
My mother is beautiful and stoic and sweet and quiet and quirky. But when it comes right down to it…. I am my father’s daughter. I’m not quite the extrovert that he is. I’m not built for the stage like he is. But I furrow my brow when I realize just how much of his …. essence… I inherited.
He was a “phase” kind of guy. Golf. Computers. Bungee jumping.
He found some tower in town and started bungee jumping off of it. Wow. Sounds kind of weird now that I write it down…..
He was also a great speaker. We’d walk over to Texas Tech University when I was a kid so he could jump up on the wall in the “Free Speech Area” and bust out with some preaching.
In high school my family and I were going to drive to Colorado for a family reunion A group of my friends rode their bikes over to our house early in the morning to say goodbye to me. They pounded on the door. My dad greeted them with his 44 Magnum.
The weird part about that whole situation is that it didn’t even phase me. Its not like he hadn’t pulled a gun on someone before. But apparently they were terrified and remembered it years later. I guess maybe their daddys didn’t have a 44 Magnum?
Now days he’s off building an observatory somewhere or another. Last time I talked to him he told me that he recently had a tooth he needed to get pulled. But that costs like HUNDREDS of dollars. So instead he went out on the back-porch with a brick….
You can say a lot of things about my dad, but you can’t say he isn’t Interesting. I am like a moth to a flame when it comes to Interesting….
In other news, I added some new stuff to my etsy site. Smaller prints, bigger prints and new prints! Click here to see.