Time to continue with our adventures…

And it is time for lunch.  The activity so far today has given a bit of an appetite, so we climb up the hill, find a couple of rocks to sit on and bring out the food.  Dad takes his food and sits down as far away as possible.  Dad asks for his piece of cake, he had brought the last piece from the cake we had last night.  A big piece.   All right, I said, and handed it to him.  The look on dad’s face.  Remember in part one I had fallen and landed on my backpack?  Which had our lunch.  Which survived without being flattened.  Well, except for dad’s piece of cake. 

Dad just looked at this flattened piece of chocolate cake.  Stared.  Not a word.  Until…what is this?, he asked.  It’s your cake, I said.  That!?  That is my cake?  Just turn the plastic bag inside out and you can lick it off the bag, I said. Dad looked at me.  Then at his cake.  Why is it that it’s always my food that gets flattened, never yours?, he asked.  Maybe it’s because you bring more food than I do, I replied.  Ha, ha, he said.  Did you bring sugar for the coffee?, he asked.  Of course, and handed it to him. 

Dad looked.  This is brown sugar.  That’s what you wanted me to bring, I said.  I said there are 2 containers, don’t bring the wrong sugar, he told me.  No, you said there are 2 containers so bring the brown sugar, I reminded him.  You can’t put brown sugar in coffee, he said.  Then you shouldn’t have told me to bring the brown sugar, I replied.  Dad put his head in his hands.  He used to do that a lot.  Then he took the sugar and poured all of it in the thermos.  There, let’s see how you enjoy drinking that, he said.  That was your thermos of coffee, I said, mine is over here.  Dad just looked.  Then dumped it out. 

Okay, share yours then, he said.  Can’t.  Why not?  I just finished it.  All of it already?  I was thirsty.  Dad sat down and stared.  Since there was no more coffee we decided to continue our hunt for insulators.  The poles ahead were a bit taller than the last hill.  But there was a couple of cross arms laying on the ground.  Hold them like this and I will climb them like a ladder, I suggested.  Dad actually went along with the idea.  He didn’t want me standing on his shoulders again.  Not sure why.  Anyway, it worked good. Temporarily. 

There was one insulator that was really stuck.  And I twisted hard.  Which twisted me.  Which moved the cross arms.  Which dad was trying to keep steady.  Which didn’t work.  I came down fast.  Which probably wasn’t a good idea.  I ended up kicking dad in the head.  Which knocked his glasses off again.  I landed on dad also, and he gave a groaning ‘ooooooh’, then said rather weakly, my glasses.   He managed to get to his feet and started looking for his glasses in the long grass.  Without stepping on them.  All the time making a weird moaning sound. Guess I should have mentioned to dad about the dark grey clouds moving our way rather quickly.  Finally dad noticed, after finding his glasses.  We had a long walk back to the car.  Took nearly an hour.  Started raining long before that point.  We were thoroughly soaked by the time we got back to the car.  I don’t know why you want to keep looking for insulators, I said.  I don’t know why I keep bringing you with me, he replied.  Very odd, probably that kick on the head.

Well, I hope you all enjoyed this little adventure with dad and I.  And I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

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