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A Moving Experience…#2.
Hi everyone on this rather cool October day. Not much in the way of snow yet, but winter temps have certainly arrived, which means that winter has begun. Speaking of moving, here is another of my moving experiences.
Dad and I were in the basement and decided to take up this trunk that mom had. We picked it up. Wow, this is heavy, I said, what’s in it? Feels like your rock collection, said dad. Funny, I said, it’s not my trunk. It’s amazing the handles don’t fall off, I added. If they do my feet will be flat, said dad. He never should have said that. I started to laugh and dropped my end. Poor dad, guess he wasn’t expecting that and he tried to keep on walking. Hit his leg on the trunk. My leg, he yelled, why did you drop it? I can’t carry it when I’m laughing, said I. Then stop laughing, said dad. Then stop saying funny things, I said.
I picked up my end and we made our way to the stairs. The stairs were steep and narrow. Dad wanted to rest before going up the stairs. We just got started, I said. Dad just looked. After our rest we start up those stairs. I was in the lead, for some reason dad wanted it that way. I hear cracking, I said. We were about half way. Well don’t stop now, said dad. But mom is calling, I said. So I put my end down and left. Dad was screaming in the background. I come back. Why did you take the trunk back down the stairs?, I ask. Dad looked, and put his head down.
What did mom want?, he asked. She was wondering why you make so much noise. Dad just looked. She also said to be careful with the trunk, there are breakable things in it. We start back upstairs. Did mom say why the trunk is so heavy? I’ll go ask, said I. No, said dad. It’s okay, I don’t mind, and off I went. Dad was screaming in the background. When I got back dad was nearly at the bottom of the stairs again. Why do you keep going back down?, I ask. Why do I keep asking you to help me? Good thing I’m here to help, I said, what would you do without me? Enjoy myself, said dad. Not sure what he meant by that.
So why is the trunk so heavy? Mom didn’t know, she said there was nothing heavy in it. Dad looked, then put his head down again. Let’s go, I said and picked up my end. For some reason dad had changed and was holding his end from the bottom now. So when I picked up my end it slammed his fingers against the stairs. Dad yelled. Made me drop my end. The look on dad’s face as the trunk slid into his stomach. Finally he managed to say, Bonehead! Hard to imagine how he could be enjoying this. But we finally got it up and into the truck without dad hurting himself anymore.
We came back inside for a break. Mom just stood there, shaking her head, and said. All that noise over one little trunk! That did it. I started laughing again! Dad just started with his hysterical kind of laugh and went in the other room. The joys of moving. I hope you enjoyed this today. There are so many moving experiences I could share, perhaps another time. I hope you all have a great day and God bless!
Steve and Muffin (who is curled up beside me sleeping).
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
Adventures With Dad And I. Part 2.
Hello everyone! There certainly has been a change in the weather. But that is to be expected this time of year. Muffin is enjoying her nap, dreaming of warmer summer days with open windows and chipmunks. I should join her. But I won’t. I will wait until tonight instead. Now, back to our adventure with dad heading for those willows.
Right through the bushes and…splash! The look on dad’s face as I came in right behind him. He did manage to stand up, but I hit his legs and down he went again. But at least it kept me from getting wet. I stood up and dad said, look at that. I turned to look into the water and…splash! Dad claimed I could have tripped on a branch. I think he pushed me. I came out, picked up some wet mud and tossed it. Splat! Right on top of dad’s head! Perfect shot, I said laughing.
Dad picked up mud and tossed it, hitting my shoulder. The mud fight began! Dad began to say, don’t throw any…splat! Right on his forehead. My glasses are all dirty, he said. Wash them in the water, I said. Anyway that ended the mud fight. I waded out into the water. What are you doing? Washing all this mud off, can you imagine explaining all this mud to mom? Being wet is bad enough, I said. Dad thought, then he came out to wash the mud off too. But the bottom was very thick gooey mud. And dad was heavier than me. He started to sink. My foot is stuck, he said, my shoe is coming off. Don’t take your shoe off, you’ll never find it, I said. Bonehead!, said dad.
He’s actually enjoying this? Finally he gets his foot out and comes back to dry land. He stands there looking at his feet. Lost your shoe, I said, then started laughing. Good thing you brought extra shoes, I said. They’re wet, said dad. So are you, I said, besides do you want to walk in socks? I think I must have laughed all the way back to the car. All dad said was, bonehead, and, how can you laugh so much? It’s funny, I said. I can’t wait to hear you explain to mom how you lost your shoe! Maybe you should leave your shoe outside, then mom won’t notice right away. Dad thought it was a good idea. First thing mom said was, what happened to your shoes? I started laughing again! Dad started with his hysterical laugh.
I hope you have enjoyed this shorter adventure. Dad and I actually went on hundreds of adventures and funny things only happened on maybe 40 or 50 of them, the rest were quite normal. Oh well. Also, meeting trains was common with all the grain being transported during autumn. I hope you all have a wonderful day and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
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