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April 1, 2009 at 10:19 am (Family) ()

When I was little I would lay on the couch with my dad, head on his belly and listen to his supper digest.  I loved the way it sounded like a cave with the drips, gurgles and bubbling. 

Dad was my 4-H Shooting Sports leader, and always made me feel so special when I could shoot better than the boys. 

I tried really hard to be good at softball, but it never worked.  I even tried to be on the High School team, and didn’t make it.  I sucked it up and was the manager.  I was continually embarrassed by how bad I sucked and felt lame for staying on as the manager. 

When I worked in my home town after graduating college, I had a luxurious hour-long lunch  and could very easily go home every day.  Dad gets home from work around 11:30 and it was always so nice to get to eat leftovers with him and watch Star Trek:The Next Generation with him.  We would both nap and it was lovely.  The biggest bummer is that I still had to go back to work.

A last-minute sculpture proposal of mine was accepted for the Terrace Chairs on the Town project.  Dad spend counteless hours out in their garage with me to accomplish the task.  He taught me how to use aviation snips and how to pop rivet.  He also taught me some wicked new combinations of swear words.  His creativity knows no limits.

When a tree fell in our yard, he didn’t wait for us to get home – he came over and started cutting it up as soon as he could, so we could move forward with fixing.  He came back several other times to help complete remodeling, and even more tree removal.  Even though he has 100 times more experience at these types of things, he lays back and lets Peter make the decisions, and gives great input collaboratively.

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