So I think I take after my dad, more than anyone else. He's a pretty weird guy, and well, I'm a pretty weird girl.
I have lived with him since I was like three or four, because my mom couldn't handle us. I think it is really cool of him that he took us. Because really, I was tiny, and my brother Levon was still in baby stages.
I can’t remember how many places we've lived, but when I was like six, we landed in the house that I am sitting in right now, and have stayed here ever since.
We have the same odd sense of humor, my dad and I. And it is quite hard to explain. We both love reading. And Star Trek. I've seen every episode of Next Generation; I grew up on them. The other three series (Voyager, DS9, and Enterprise) I was religious about watching. I haven't seen many of the first ones... but its all the same right?
My Brother used to say that dad liked him more because they did car things together. Now, I don't think that he necessarily likes me more, but we do get along better than the two of them.
I spend weekends elsewhere, at my aunt, dad's sister's, house. When I get home on Sunday night, usually I want to go right to bed, but I end up sitting on the stairs talking to him until it is too late to do homework, and I die in bed until seven the next morning.
We don't see each other much lately because he works second shift; he leaves about three seconds before I get home from school, and gets home at 11:30, long after I am asleep. So Sunday nights have become our ritual. Going over what happened all week, and all weekend.
We leave each other notes all the time. He always mocks me. Like the other day when I cut most of my hair off on a whim, I left him a note that it had miraculously fallen off. He left me one too that said "hey mine too! My head is shiny and my hat doesn't fit right anymore, but what are you going to do?"
My dad has long hair. Always has. My friend Jessica says that he looks like Moses. I don't quite see it, but I do see that to other people he may be sort of scary.
Last night I finished the Stephen King book "Hearts in Atlantis" which he told me to read because it was really good. If you haven't read it, then this next part may not make the most amount of sense, but it's the principle behind the idea I had, not the idea itself that you need to focus on.
What I did was type up a lost pet poster, like the ones the low men in yellow jackets used, and put it on the door to the garage, so he would see it when he got home. I also drew hopscotch on the front walk, and put a star, a crescent moon, and a comet next to it in a different color chalk. I tied a piece of fabric to the clothesline, because I didn't know of any power lines I could use, and I didn't have a kite tail. And I put a for sale by owner card upside down on the phone note holder thing we have hanging above the phone. Lastly I left a note on the table that said on one side "All hail the Crimson King", and on the other "All serves the Beam, Its ka".
Mostly I did this because, well, it’s the sense of humor thing again. We both have read the gunslinger, and a lot of what happened in the first part of Hearts in Atlantis goes along with The Gunslinger Books. So it’s a sort of joke. A weird joke.
I saw him for a minute today; he left late for work.
He had left me a note on the table saying that he was going to go buy a big loud purple car (what the low men drove, loud cars). I told him he shouldn't encourage me like that. He then sent me a picture of it via email. A picture of a loud, purple car.
It reminds me a lot of the game we used to play. It never had a name, and I think, as far as I know, its still going on, because he hasn't found my last hiding place. Couldn’t tell you where it is though.
We used to pass things back and forth. For a while it was a little blue button. Once it was one of the plastic things that sometimes get left between the handle and the rest of a milk jug. A rock once. A lot of things.
We hid them in each other’s pockets, shoes, binders, anything we can think of. And when we find it, we just put it back where the other will find it.
I have never understood the point to the game. But I don't think that matters at all. It’s the fact that we play the game. And that it amuses us.
I love my dad, I'm sad that I have to leave him in a few months when he goes to Virginia and I stay here to go to college.
what a beautiful tribute to your relationship with your father. i, too, am really close with my daddy (and he is back in my former home in ohio; how i miss him!!). may you never take that love you feel for each other for granted; be glad you have a father to go to!! love, your friend in texas, karen lynn. (((HUGS)))
Reviewed by DeWayne Spell
4/18/2002
Wow!
I envy your Dad his relationship with his daughter.
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