HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
It is a beautiful day here in Sunny Florida today. I am puttering in the yard this afternoon, I have to check my tomatoes to discern if they will give me one last effort or if it's time to pull them. The sweet cherry tomatoes should be ok until the super hot weather gets here in July and August.
Busy bee as usual, trying very hard to stay on plan and doing pretty good. I have to go finish some drywall tomorrow, that job got postponed for a few days. I am getting paid for that part, but I volunteered to also paint the room and add a graphic or mural if the young lady wants it. She and her family go to Nomad and she's a really special person and has been the rock of the whole family, so I wanted to do something special for her.
Our garage door broke and I had a guy come and look at it, the spring on one side is broken and the rollers are shot, so we'll be looking at $225.00 - 400.00 depending on how much we have done. This is something that I absolutely will not mess with myself... I know how to repair most things around the house but this is different, there is such tension on those springs that if you mess around with them and not know what you're doing they can kill you or seriously hurt and/or dismember you. So now I know where the money from my side jobs is going this month. Always something.
Since it is Father's Day I should mention that it's because of my Dad that I am so mechanically inclined, maybe despite my Dad since he didn't think that little girls should do anything except for grow up get married and have babies... none of which I ever did... well I guess I sorta grew up but who's to say?
Anyway I guess I was always the consummate Tomboy that certainly kept Dad and Mom on their toes part of the time. My sister is always happy to share the story about the time when I was about 3 or 4 and decided that trees in our yard were really fun and that they should be climbed! Well I got so high up in the tree that nobody could reach me so Dad had to break out the ladder (to add a bit of irony, my dad was a firefighter) to get up there and escort me safely back to Terra Firma. I'm sure I got in trouble but I continued to climb trees anyway. Stubborn kid.
Years later when I was about 11 I decided to scale the largest tree in our yard, a huge old southern Live Oak that held a special prize... a bird's nest with chirping birds in it. My curiosity got the better of me and I got the ladder out to reach the bottom branch, then I climbed into the canopy of the tree to get a peak at the nest. It was hard to see because of the dense branches but it was a Mockingbird nest.
All was great until I started back down the tree, you see it had rained the night before and the bark was slightly wet, and on the last foothold before the bottom branch I lost my grip and down I went, about 20 feet or so, and landed in heap on the roots below. I blacked out before I landed. So yep, off to the hospital I went, bruised but not broken and I just knew my dad was gonna kill me. He was at the fire station at the time but he arrived at the hospital just when they brought me out of X-Ray. He came to me and grabbed my hand as I was laying on the gurney and told me that he was so happy I was OK. There were tears in his eyes, and Leonard, my dad, doesn't cry in front of anyone. The look on his face, and my mother's, well I'll never ever forget. It was the look that only a worried parent can give to their child that they fear lost. I quit climbing trees as much after that.
Well that's my Father's Day story I guess, I just kind of ramble off sometimes. I'd better get back to my yard work, it's a nice day out and it's a fine one to trim a few trees. No, I won't be climbing them.
Peace.