Things I Like About My Dad:
Whenever we're walking somewhere, he'll gently place his hand on my shoulder and lead me to the inside of the sidewalk, so that he's blocking me from the street. He does this without a word, and right in the middle of our conversation, like it's totally natural. I always wait for him to do it, and he does it every time. It's almost like a little dance we perform.
A few years ago, out of no where, he started saying "ciao" instead of "goodbye" when we'd talk on the phone. I have no idea how it started, but he still does it to this day.
He would take us kids camping every summer and in every city that we'd go to, no matter how remote or far away, he'd know "a good little place for dinner". This was way before Yelp and the Internetz, so I have no idea how he knew all these places.
He loves pizza, but he scrapes off all the cheese and sauce and only eats that. He doesn't touch the bread.
He wears sandals with socks, and a fanny pack...and it looks totally natural and normal on him.If he could, his home would be an RV and he'd travel the country in it.
Until I got too heavy, he used to have my walk on his back when it was hurting. It was so much fun.
He's called someone whom I was having trouble with (I can't remember who...a landlord?) and pretended to be my lawyer. He was good at it, too.
He's always, without fail, early wherever he goes. He's happy to sit in his car and take a nap or read a book while he waits. I got that from him.
When we were little, he made up stories about a giant eyeball.
He'd come to visit me about every six weeks when I was living in San Francisco. I'd ask him what he wanted to do, and he'd tell me that we could do whatever I wanted...he was just there to spend time with me. It was true, I could take him to any crappy watering hole or questionable restaurant that I wanted to try, and he'd be into it.
He's going to kill me for writing this, but when he was a lot younger, he and his friends dressed up like the Pointer Sisters and did a lip sync.
We'll be out somewhere eating dinner and he'll hold up his tie to me and say "Georgia, what color is this???". He's totally color blind.
He always answers my phone call. Always.
After we go out to dinner, he'll insist on walking me into my house "Just to make sure everything is okay".
Happy Father's Day, Dad! I'm totally stealing this from Nothing But Bonfires, but what's your favorite thing about your father?
7 comments:
I think the "ciao" thing came from his older brother in New York - like it was somehow more worldly sounding. Cute, right?
I like that , immediately after being shown to our table at a restaurant, before sitting down but after placing his hat and glasses down, he'll have to go wash his hands. His compulsions make me so much more comfortable about mine. Also how he fidgets with his ring - like it somehow explains so much about me...
No comment but to say thank you Georgia, Leah and your brother for making this day feel so rewarding!
Your Father,
Anonymous Hardstark
This posting made me weepy! I'm a sap!
so sweet!!
stories about a giant eyeball! that is seriously awesome, no wonder you got into sci-fi
This is so sweet! The sidewalk thing is the best. I used to think it was generational (lost to ours), but not so! A few of my friend's husbands do that, and I dated a guy who did it as well. Love that.
Jules
House of Jules
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