Saturday Sharing, With Coffee! #13 The Story Continues!

Good morning everyone and Happy Saturday! I know you are waiting for the remainder of our story from yesterday, so, here is the end of that one for you to enjoy!

I got out my sandwiches and coffee, dad had his own coffee which he poured himself. We sat on opposite sides of the picnic table. “Where’s my sandwiches?”, asked dad. “You wanted hot dogs,” I reminded him. “I said it would be nice to have hot dogs, but I took the camp stove home last time, how will I cook these?”, he asked, it is too dry for a bonfire. And there’s nothing to put on the hot dogs.”

Pine Siskin.

“I figured you would get that, I didn’t know what you wanted,” I said. “I wanted sandwiches,” he said. “You wanted hot dogs,” I reminded him. Dad was a bit forgetful at times. He just put his head down. He decided to take one of my sandwiches. “What is on this sandwich?”, he asked. “Banana and peanut butter,” I said. Dad just stared at me like this was some kind of strange food. He did manage to eat it though.

The picnic table was not sitting level so I got up to put something under one of the legs to stop it from rocking. When I got up the table moved quite a bit and dad yelled. Seems his cup of coffee tipped over when I got up and it poured down onto his lap. “Why did you get up?” he asked. “I wanted to put something under this leg so the table would not rock so much and maybe spill the coffee. Oh, did you spill your coffee already?”

Male Purple Finch.

Dad just said “Bonehead” and shook his head. I laughed, rather loud. “Very funny,” he said, “where are the cookies, or did you eat those already?” “There are 3 left, in that bag,” I said. Dad looked and poured out a bunch of cookie crumbs. “Those are cookies?” he asked. “I accidentally stepped on them,” I said, “but they still taste the same.” Dad shook his head again and sighed. He used to do both a lot. I laughed again.

Then he began to pour another cup of coffee while I put a rock under that leg. I had to move the table just a bit so the rock would fit. Dad yelled again. “Did you spill your coffee again?” I said as I sat down. He did, all over himself too. “How did you manage to miss your mouth?” I asked, laughing loud and long. “Because some bonehead moved the table!” he exclaimed. Dad always said “Bonehead” a lot, it meant he was enjoying himself, or something.

Male Pine Grosbeak.

No other mishaps occurred and we each picked up some 2×4’s to take inside. Dad was ahead of me. I swung around while I stood up, but the wood caught dad right behind the knees causing his legs to buckle and he sat down right in front of me. “You should be more careful, I might have hit you on the head,” I said as I kept on walking. Dad followed right inside and said to put mine against a different wall. Fine.

Then he told me to finish sweeping. Fine. I picked up the broom and I’m not sure how this happened, but somehow the broom hit the side of dad’s glasses and knocked them flying right out the door and onto the ground. “My glasses!”, dad yelled. “I’ll get them,” I said, with dad yelling no, no, no, in the background. He came running down the steps and…crunch.

Jasper, the Red Squirrel.

It was bound to happen, he was always losing those glasses. “Just a small crack, at least the lenses are okay,” I said. “Bonehead!”, was all that dad said. We decided to leave shortly after, since dad was having problems with his glasses staying on after he stepped on them. Mom just shook her head and told dad he needed to be more careful. Dad broke out into hysterical laughter at that point. I laughed loud and long!

Well, that is the end of our little story, and yes, dad did laugh about these things later as well. We had great times together. Have a wonderful weekend everyone and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

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