For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
Dad sat down. Poor dad, guess he forgot he put his cup of coffee on the log and he knocked it on the ground. He let out a great big sigh and sat there looking at it. “You should be more careful,” I said to him. He just looked over at me. “Do you think you could toss me a boiled egg?”, he asked. “No problem,” I said and tossed it gently to him. Guess it went a bit high too, like his sandwiches which I had just tossed to him, and when dad looked up the sun got in his eyes. He put his head down fast and the egg hit him on the head and rolled off. Dad tried to catch it but hit it with his hand instead. That egg went flying right over the edge of the hill and into the lake below.
“Wow what a hit,” I said, “if there’s a fish down there he just got some lunch.” That did it, I couldn’t hold back any longer and started to laugh. Loud. And long. Dad let out another big sigh. That got me laughing even more. “I hope you didn’t eat all the cake,” he said. “No, it’s all here,” I answered. He decided to come over and get it this time. For some reason he didn’t trust me to toss the cake to him. Very strange. We decided to save some of our coffee for later and started to look around. Obviously a lot of people lived here at one time, there was quite a few buildings, two were quite large according to the dirt foundations. There was nothing left of the buildings however so perhaps whoever lived here took the buildings when they left. That made it look more like a logging camp because they used to do that sort of thing.
We found a couple of old sites where they had left their garbage, dad took one and I took the other one. For some reason dad didn’t want to dig too close to me. Very strange. Dad took the smallest shovel which was also odd. I wasn’t finding anything in my spot so I decided to go and see what dad was doing. “How’s it going?,” I asked. For some reason dad jumped and then sat down in the dirt. “Getting tired?”, I asked. Dad said I yelled the first time and startled him, which made him trip and that’s why he sat down. Very strange. Dad pointed out some old bottles he had found and then stood up to show me. Then he sat down again and started rubbing his ear. “Is your ear sore?,” I asked. “Bonehead,” he said.
He claimed I hit him on the ear with my shovel handle. Probably just tired. He decided to move over a bit, sit on a rock and have another cup of coffee while I did a bit of digging. Fine with me. I started digging vigorously and found a couple nice bottles and set them aside. I tossed the next shovel full of dirt the opposite direction and heard dad yell. “How do you manage to get me no matter where I am?,” he asked. Not sure what he meant by that. He was covered with dirt. It got in his coffee too. “You have dirt on your face,” I said, and started to brush it off. I forgot my hands were dirty which just made his face more dirty. AAAAAA!!!, and he started waving his arms, then he lay down on the ground.
He claimed I pushed him over the rock. I think he was tired, after all, he’s a lot bigger, how could I push him down so easily? He decided to take over the digging with my shovel. Fine with me. I sat down to watch and have some coffee. The third time he plunged that shovel into the dirt he started to yell and wave his arms frantically, then he ran away. Very strange. I went over to where he had been digging. There was still wasps swarming all over the place. Apparently they had a nest in an old tin can near the surface and dad hit it with his shovel. Finally dad returned.
“You shouldn’t have disturbed those wasps,” I said. “Oh but it’s so much fun,” he replied very sarcastically. “It’s amazing how many times you encounter wasps and bees,” I said. Dad just looked. He had only been stung a couple of times though. But dad figured it was time to leave. We took a look at those steps once more before walking down the hill. They had been well made, right from the top of the hill where those foundations were located right down to the lake. That was a long staircase. A lot of work went into that. But who really was living up there? It’s such an odd location. There were spots where they could have been lower down and closer to the lake. Very strange. But it was a nice detour from our fishless fishing time.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this little story from my journal and next time we will have something different to share with you. Have a wonderful day and God bless!
Β©2020 Steve McLeod.
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Thanks for reading!
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Your poor Dad! He should be nominated for Sainthood!πππ
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He did have his problems!πππΉ
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Named Steve!ππ
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Me? Dad was the accident prone one, I seldom had problems.π€π
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HUH! Him accident prone? Maybe… but you sure helped make sure it happened! Poor fellaπ He was just trying to have a fun time with his son….
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Wasn’t my fault he always took me with him. It was his idea to go on these adventures, most of the time. Except for bottle digging, that was always my idea for some reason. Can’t understand why dad never liked that activity.π€
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Could be the face full of dirt? π€ Or maybe he never was able to enjoy his coffee and lunch? Poor fella was starving and ate right in front of him….π
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He kept dropping his food, or squishing it or throwing it in the lake. I just ate mine instead of playing with it!ππ But things happened when we looked for insulators but it never stopped him from getting excited about going out again.π€π Very strange really.ππΉ
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Great times!! And funny
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I thought so. He did too, we used to laugh about it a lot afterward.ππ Except maybe when he got stung.π€π³ I still laughed.ππ€π
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Ouch!! Yow!
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Amazing, I sit down at the computer and I get a phone call, then a second call,π now it’s time to sign off. Sigh.π Oh well, these things happen.π Good night Dusty!πππ΄
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No worries!π That’s life… Sleep Well.. ππ
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Oh yes, how did you manage to get him no matter where he was? ππ€
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He would always sit or stand in the wrong spot.ππ
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Hahaha…right πΉ
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I fully understand why he wanted you to sit a relatively distance away from him ! I love these stories…always makes me laugh ! Thanks for sharing ! βοΈβοΈπ»ππ
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But if we sat closer I wouldn’t have to throw his food all the time.π€π Glad you enjoyed it!ππΊππΉ
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Seems you had fun no matter what happened! π±βοΈβοΈπ₯
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Yes indeed, we always did enjoy our adventures, even dad enjoyed it all, except perhaps getting stung by wasps and bees!ππππΉ
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I love the sarcasm in your stories π
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Thanks, glad that you enjoy them!ππΉ
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haπ ha ha LOL, so he did everything? by himself? you claim that right? π ππ Poor him, it’s him having all the problems π especially when only having you aroundπ§π you know what I mean? ,π€π€ his problems ? I mean he calls him on his own, π³ yes and he was named π€ it starts with S π not sure his name ends with E or VE ,π§,Help me find him π That’s a lovely fishless fishing and a little fun πβ¨ Totally enjoyed reading π€
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Well, after all, he did want me to go with him all the time, so that kind of makes it his fault, right?π€πππΉ But we will be going back to that lake again with another adventure and then we will see it wasn’t just dad that had problems!π¬π I’m not sure when I will do that adventure though, likely sometime in December. And there will be some fun fishing adventures coming up too!π³π
So glad you enjoyed this adventure Simon! Have a fun evening!πππΉπ
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