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Thankful for Dad

I’m thankful for my dad.  I’m thankful for his phone calls, for his company, for his presence in my life.

He called this morning to say, “Well I got my sale ads and there really aren’t a lot of things on sale anymore.  It’s getting bad out there.  So I went to the store and bought 5 cartons of Cool Whip, more green beans than you can handle, 2 containers of french fried onions, 6 cans of cream of mushroom soup…do you use cream of mushroom soup or should I have gotten cream of chicken….and 3 bottles of that Gringino wine Paula likes.”  (that would be Pinot Grigio)

“I’ll go back tomorrow and get more for Thanksgiving dinner, just tell me what we need.”

That penny-pinching, won’t turn his heat up, cancelling his cable old man wants to contribute to the Thanksgiving meal and buy as much as he can for all of us.

Crazy but generous.

 

 

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Is it HOT in here, or is it just Me?

The temperature is dropping at night, causing dad to turn on his furnace.  But turning on the furnace AND keeping his monthly gas/electric bill to a minimum has caused quite a predicament.

First he questioned whether or not the furnace would actually work.  The ever pessimistic father that he is…”I don’t even think it’s gonna work this year when I turn it on.”  For no reason whatsoever, he tends to think the furnace is on its last leg.  He set the thermostat on a balmy 62 and wore his jacket around the house, then called me very proudly, “Well I told you it wasn’t going to work.  It’s freezing in this house…last night it dropped down to 59 degrees in here.”

I asked him to turn the thermostat up to 68 and see what would happen.  After he assured me that he’d be fine, “I’ll just wear a sweat suit to bed, and put an extra blanket on the bed.” I finally convinced him to actually turn the heat UP to 68.

The next morning he called, “Well I about burned up last night!  I had to wake up and take the blankets off, and take off my sweat pants.  I don’t know what in the hell is wrong with that furnace!”  He was very upset.

“Did you turn the thermostat up?  Didn’t you set it on 68?” I asked him.

“Yes!  I told you I was going to turn it up, I did.  I turned it up to 70!”  he yelled at me “I don’t know what the heck is wrong with this furnace!”

“Dad, if you turned it up to 70, and it actually got hot, I think it is working.”  I tried to explain the obvious without yelling back.

“Well I don’t know if you understand what I’m even talking about.”  He was still a bit angry with me.  “But don’t worry about it, I’ll figure it out.  I’ll just keep playing with it until I figure out where I need it.  If I have to I’ll get space heaters.”