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Happy Father’s Day, or a Moose Once Bit My Sister (An Ode)

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I remember telling someone once that I am closer to my father than any other man on earth. Daddy has been with me through so many things. He was there before and after all my surgeries, for all my major milestones, everything. He is one of the funniest people I know. My mother often rolls her eyes and tells us not to encourage him, but he goes on, with or without encouragement.

100_4013Great face, daddy.

He is also so patient, but certainly has his limits. I remember when I was in preschool, I was home with the chicken pox and he had the day off and so I was with him all day. We watched Sesame Street, played a game, watched Fifel Goes West, and then he announced that he and I were going to watch one of his movies. And thus at the tender age of four I was introduced to Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I really, really liked the cartoon with the jumping sun and clouds. When I brought up this memory with him a few years ago, he shrugged and said, “A man can only take so much.” Indeed. I don’t disagree with that. I have never seen Fifel Goes West again, and how many times have I watched the Grail? Clearly this was an example of exposure to good cinema.

HolyGrail027“Very small rocks!”

For all this, we’ve had our disagreements. Most notably, over the worth of Bob Dylan. Dad insists it’s good music; I can’t get past the scratchy, slurry tenor voice. The lyrics might be well-written, I can allow that, but performance has to count for something, doesn’t it? It’s pretty much the only oldies music we can’t agree on. When I lived at home and we would go on car trips, he would threaten to bring a Bob Dylan CD along, just to see how I’d react. Sometimes we’d just listen to the radio and, with a devilish smile on his face, he’d ask me if I knew who was singing a particular song on the oldies station. Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, your diction drives me crazy.

Bob Dylan 5.3.66Hard core, right?

So here’s to you Daddy. I love you so much and am so blessed to have a father that I can be proud of. Keep saving lives and stamping out disease.

Love, Meg

I read:
Lirael by Garth Nix (See, it’s a trilogy. I wasn’t satisfied at the end of Sabriel, so I looked at the kitties, took a deep breath and read the next one. Somehow, this one was more light-hearted. But. not. much.)


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