Hello everyone on this beautiful Saturday! In my last adventures post with my Dad and I this time, I didn’t quite finish it so decided to do the last part today. For my new readers I just want to say I am not making fun of my Dad in these adventures we had together. We both enjoyed them very much and also laughed about all the comical things that happened to him, and sometimes to me as well. Dad was accident prone. And I have inherited that little trait it seems, which is why so many weird things happen to me on an almost daily basis. No, I don’t write about them all. It would be too unbelievable. But it is almost daily, trust me. Anyway, back to our adventures of hunting for insulators. This time, our coffee break, which we really did need after getting wet.
Dad and I had decided to find a nice sunny spot to sit and have our coffee so we could dry out a bit and relax after our little adventure, as you might recall from the last adventures post. Actually it was a fairly hot day so getting wet was not really so bad. Although dad wasn’t so happy about his part. After all, he not only got a bit wet, he was also covered with mud. Well, part of him was covered with mud. Mainly his backside. We climbed a little hill overlooking the area nicely. A great spot to see where we will be heading next. A fairly large hill coming up. Sometimes they can be quite productive. Though not always. But sometimes.
Dad, as usual now, sat as far from me as he could. Odd. Toss my sandwiches, called dad. So I did. He missed them. They bounced off a boulder and slid down the edge of the rock hillside and right over the edge to the tracks below. It was only about a 20 foot (6meter) drop. Dad just stood there looking over the edge. Then he called out, BONEHEAD! Odd that he would be enjoying that. Oh well. You can go down and get them, he said. Me? Yes, you. Sigh. Off I went. Came back up. Dad said, toss them gently this time. So I did. He missed again. Knocked his cup of coffee off the rock where he had it ‘safely’ out of the way he said. Should have realized that no place is safe, he said. Not sure what he meant by that.
I poured him another cup and brought it over to him. Careful, he said. I’m not going to spill it, I said. I didn’t try to anyway. But I stepped on a little rock which moved and I lost my balance, dad’s eyes got real big and he tried to get out of the way but somehow we both ended up in the same spot and I kind of threw the cup of coffee and his stomach ended up getting rather wet. BONEHEAD, said dad. You shouldn’t have moved, I said. I shouldn’t have left home this morning, he said. Odd thing to say considering he likes insulatoring so much. And this trip out was his idea too. Can’t imagine why he changed his mind. Oh well.
Chipmunks are back looking for peanuts. So are Baxter and Betty, their young ones must be getting quite big by now. Soon they will be bringing them around. Guess that means it’s time to quit. I hope you all enjoy your weekend and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.
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