Alright team, I know that it isn't February yet, but I am just flat out excited about this whole thing! Everything I see or do I think "... That would be great for my blog!" So today wasn't very exciting, but I think that I have finally come to the realization that my dad is getting old, and it makes me really sad.
His day consists of waking up around 8am, eating a packet of instant oatmeal and a whole grain pancake that my mom pre-makes for him, then he "Skypes" with his mother Ruth in Fitzgerald, Georgia. If that doesn't seem mundane enough, he knows exactly when the mail comes everyday, and will sit in his easy chair until the clock strikes noon, and when it does, he gets up, calls for our dog Pete and heads outside to retrieve the mail. Then he eats lunch, which usually consists of something random like a piece of sausage that he cooks in a toaster oven, sugar free cookies, and his huge 32oz Auburn cup of unsweetened tea. After he eats, he heads back over to the computer and sits there for hours doing God knows what... sometimes buying into some internet scam...bless his heart. I think he has just gotten to the point where he believes everything he reads and his judgement just isn't there anymore. It breaks my heart to tell him otherwise. I mean, he is my daddy. He is supposed to correct my judgement, not vice versa. At around 5 he starts making dinner.
Tonight he made a frozen burger patty in this "Presto Quick Burger" contraption that my mom bought for him, only he used it in the most unusual way. He had the heated part (which is supposed to be on top) on the bottom, then used the plate (which is supposed to lock in the bottom) as an actual pan on the heated plate (still upside down), he then used the plastic bottom as some sort of heat trapper cover? Anyhow, it took him 45 minutes to cook it, anything but "quick." I just stood there looking at the "thing" and looking back at him trying not to laugh. I felt terrible. After he finally finished he sat down to his burger, some Pringles, and his big tea. I thought I would give this "quick burger" a try. So I start playing with it and what happens? My dad starts yelling at me that I'm doing it wrong. He says that he has done this 9 times and it always works. I didn't have the heart to tell him that there was no way that was the way it went, so I let him set it up for me and on the burger went cooking... slowly but surely. I sort of lost my patience 10 minutes in and rearranged the contraption, which clearly all fit and locked together, and the burger cooked within the next 2 minutes. How do you tell your own dad that he has been doing something so wrong that it is funny? I tried to show him the correct way to put the darn thing together but he just didn't want to listen. I guess he was just being a "Clemons," unfortunately I'm the same way. Who likes to be wrong anyway? After all those shenanigans, he headed back over to his computer to continue whatever it is he was doing. At 7pm, he was off to sleep. I spent the whole day not only bored out of my mind, but wondering how he does this every single day. Does he not get tired or bored? Is he content? Whenever I suggest he do something, or get involved with something his reply is always, "I don't have enough time." How is it that he doesn't have enough time??! I could go on forever about my father and his ways, but I won't. I just love him so darn much, and after his accident in 2006 he just isn't the same. I guess I just miss the way he used to be. All I can do is accept it and love him just the way he is! Well, this all makes my day sound pretty depressing and boring, but it wasn't all dad watching... I took Pete on a walk and to get his nails cut, applied for 264,724,629 more jobs and watched a little of the State of the Union Address. Okay, that just made my day sound even more boring. Well I'm going to go send a prayer to Haiti and my friends and family, and hopefully i'll have a more interesting day tomorrow. 'til then, we will keep going in first gear.
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