Monday, 1 August 2011

If anything can bring me out of a blogging hiatus, it's BATM*

My father lost his mother 18 months ago (not like lost her in a mall, she died) and I think has become somewhat aware of his own mortality since. I have seen more of him in the last few months than I ever have - and we live in the same town. Don't get me wrong, I think it's great. I've said it before and I'll say it again....he's a unique individual.

RING RING. RING RING.

Me: Hello?

Dad: It's your father.

Me: Oh hey Dad, how was Aussie?

Dad: Oh I got back ages ago. (last weekend). What are you doing tomorrow? Do you need any trees chopped down?(my Dad is OB-SESSED - I cannot state this enough - with pruning trees. It wouldn't surprise me to see him on the news for chopping down trees in a municipal park if they were blocking sun).

Me: Ah no. We've had all our trees pruned already.

Dad: silently hurt.

Me: BUT! We are tidying the washing line area - do you want to help out there?

Dad: I'll be round tomorrow afternoon.

Upon his arrival, he directs the truck delivering river stones and fusses around the unloading of them. This takes all of ten seconds. He then wanders around the garden checking things out.

Dad, all disappointed: It's really neat and tidy!

Me: Sorry. You can waterblast the fence if you want to? We want to paint it.

Dad: *visibly brightens*

Me: let's have a cuppa.

Settled with a cuppa and a slice, Dad proceeds to give me a blow-by-blow account of yesterday's Steamers game vs Wellington, or someone.

Dad: "......the ball went forward....this wing out of nowhere.....best try I'd ever seen....."

My mind: "bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

Me: "so my bestie had her baby on Friday....."

Dad's mind: "bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

Me: Do you want to see the nursery?

Dad: sigh. Okay.

He spends 10 minutes admiring the buggy and its ability to move the baby around on wheels.

Me: I made this blanket.....this was a present from a friend.....aren't these booties cute...

Dad: So how does the capsule click on? What does this zip do? Does this hood move?

Me: What do you think of this cot mobile I made from paint charts?

Dad: I really want to buy a computer so I can look at my golf stuff on the internet. Can you meet me next week and help me buy one? Then give me lessons? Say, an hour a day?

Me: Um. Well, I'm gonna be kinda busy soon, but I definitely can help you buy a computer.

Dad: Excellent. Well, best be off.

*When Dad was asked what he wanted to be called for his Grandfatherly title, he thought for 2 seconds and said 'Brucie at the Mount'. My sister giggled and said, no really, what. Poppa, Grandpa? He repeated, 'Brucie at the Mount'. So Brucie at the Mount it is.

6 comments:

gaijinwife said...

Shame on your Amy. It's been like 20 weeks since your last post!! I never knew Brucie was obsessed with pruning trees. Is this a late life thing or something I just didn't pick up on cause wasn't interested at age 16?

Brucie@the Mount. LOVE IT.

Come on kids, where going to see Brucie at the Mount.

haha.

Hope pregnancy is going well. Sound like you're all organized. Make Brucie buy a Mac :)

xxx

Megan said...

made me laugh out loud picturing him in a park chopping down trees!!

jenontheedge.com said...

Bruce at the Mount. Ha!

So what do your sister's children call him?

Nancy said...

I have been wondering where you were. When's the baby due, hmmm, let me do the math, 14 weeks + 20 weeks = 34, must be due in 6 weeks. Brucie at the Mount sounds about as good as what I want to be called from my stepgranddaughter . . . Nana Sparkle. Sparkle being one of my favorite words. Glad to see you back!

Aims said...

Jen: they call him Brucie....Brucie at the Mount if prompted. I prompt them!

Nancy: I'm actually due in 2 weeks now....but that could stretch out if baby is too comfy in there! It's 6 degrees at the moment so wouldn't surprise me if it is!

gaijinwife said...

6 degrees? Bloody hell. It's 33 today and if you were here I think you'd almost sweat the baby out.