Saturday Sharing, Story From The Past. #21

Good morning to all of you on this another fabulous, sunny day! It was 83F (28C) yesterday and it is supposed to be the same today and warmer tomorrow. And it is supposed to stay warm all next week, though we may get some showers nearly every day too. I am not sure what happened to my chipmunks, but I have not had any come around for 2 days now, which is very odd.

Perhaps they are building new homes with larger storage rooms. I do hear them “chipping” out there from time to time, but always further away. I am sure they will come back at some point. Well, guess I better finish my story from last Saturday when dad and I were out digging for old bottles at an old homestead property.

We had stopped to have lunch and dad was having trouble with his coffee, he spilled two cups all over himself. “You must like being wet,” I said, “you are always spilling on yourself.” “I do get a lot of help with that,” he reminded me. Not sure what he meant by that. “Hey, where is my piece of cake?” he asked. “I put it in with mine in a plastic container to keep it from getting squished this time,” I told him.

“Finally you did it right,” he said, “toss the container over here.” I did so and dad caught it easily. “Hey, it is empty,” he said. “Naturally, you said to toss the container over,” I reminded him. “I want the cake too!” he exclaimed. “You should have said so,” I said. He tossed the container back and I put his piece of cake back inside.

Then I tossed the container back to him, giving it a nice spin. “Here it comes!” I called out. Dad looked up just as the container got there. The look on his face as the container hit him on the forehead, knocking his glasses off and into the wet dirt. The dirt was wet since that is where dad spilled his coffee, at least some that did not spill on him.

I thought dad was going to fall off the log actually. I could not help myself, I began to laugh. Loud and long. “My glasses!” exclaimed dad, “they are completely dirty. He tried to clean them, but without water it did not work so good. “Hey, there is some water in this old metal bucket,” I told him, “looks clean too.” “Good, bring it over here, and be careful,” he said. “Naturally, I am always careful,” I said.

I walked over to him with the bucket but tripped on a tree root. The look on dad’s face! The water went all over him! I could not help myself. I began to laugh. Loud and long. “At least the water went on your glasses too,” I managed to say while still laughing. “Bonehead!” was all that dad said. Amazing how he could be enjoying that. He then started with his sarcastic laugh again.

That made me laugh even more. I did find another old bucket that had a bit of water in it for him to use. Then he went to eat his piece of cake. Unfortunately he had taken the lid off just before the water spilled on him, and it filled the container, thoroughly soaking his piece of cake. Dad just looked at it and shook his head. “Look at the bright side,” I said, “you get something to drink with your cake.”

That got me laughing again. Loud and long. “How do you manage to laugh so much?” asked dad. “I cannot help it,” I said, “you are just so funny.” “Bonehead.” he said again. We did dig around a bit more after lunch, but poor dad was just getting terribly dirty since he was so wet. We, that is dad, finally decided it would be good to head back home.

We packed up all the bottles, and there were a lot of them, and began our trek back to the car. We got to the pond and I went first to the bridge. Dad followed, but he decided to go to my left across the bridge. “No, you do not want to do that,” I said, “better to stay with me.” “I know what I am doing,” he said, “I want to stay far from you when crossing the bridge, it will be safer that way.” “But really, you do not…” that was as far as I got.

Suddenly there was a big “floosh!” and dad was nearly chest deep in water. The look on his face was priceless! I never have a camera when I need one. “I was trying to tell you that I was on the edge of the bridge and you would need to be on my right side to stay on the bridge too,” I told him, but that was it. I could not help myself.

I began to laugh again. Loud and long. Dad waded across the creek to the other side and climbed out into the shallower water. “How did you get so dirty falling into clean water?” I asked. “Bonehead!” was all dad said. The edge of the creek was all muddy apparently, that is how he got so dirty.

“You will be dry by the time we get back to the car,” I said, still laughing, “good thing it is a hot day.” Dad just sighed. He was still quite wet by the time we reached the car however. Dad sighed again. We did have a great day though, even dad said so, later. I hope you have a wonderful weekend everyone and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

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