My children will attest to my dweebiness. But to be fair I think that all teenagers think their parents are dweebs - but my children are not teenagers anymore.
Anyway, I digress. Today I didn't have to go to work. End of the quarter - time for teachers to get report cards ready, so the children are not wanted at the school, so I have a day off. I was going to sew all day but the leaves in the yard where calling my name. I answered and started raking. I ended up getting the lawn mower out and had it rake for me. I think I did a good job. I got 7 full bags of leaves and the front, back, side and orchard are for the most part leafless. I had to tell you how many bags cause if you knew my Dad, that is how you tell if you worked hard. It is all measured in how many bags you filled. (what a dweeb)
Anyway I was all done and it is now time to put the lawn mower away in the shop - I go into the shop and push the button to open the door. I must let you know now that I have always had this unreasonable fear of this huge door come crashing down on me. I mean, this door is huge and weighs a ton or at least a few hundred pounds and I do know that if it did fall on you - well that would be the last thing you would see. So back to my story - I press the open button and as the door slowly goes up , I wait until it is up far enough for me to quickly walk under it and I head for the lawn mower. As I turn I see in the corner of my eye a piece of the door falling and heading straight for me. OH NO!!! I duck , raising my arm to protect my head and face, I have visions of when I fell last winter - being put in an ambulance and receiving stables in my head. The piece of the door hits my arm - I am stunned -I look around to see if the whole door is coming down or what - no, the door is all the way up and I realize - it didn't hurt. What? All that adrenalin protected me from all that pain!! No I am a dweeb!! The piece of the door is a piece of Styrofoam. It weighs close to nothing. We have Styrofoam squares on the door for insulation. Oh well, another fix it project for Matt.
I put the lawn mower away and start to laugh - I am my fathers daughter!! After a trip to the dump I realize that maybe it is OK to be a dweeb. I think that is the order of things. We all think our parents are dweebs. At some point, as we grow, we see our parents in ourselves. So somewhere along the time line we or I became a dweeb. That is OK because my parents are great people - I don't mind being like them - but I am sure my kids are scared stiff. :)
2 comments:
Mom, i agree. what can i say more ;)
So funny. I've totally done that "AHHHH!!! Something is flying at my head!!!" and you throw your arms up and close your eyes and hold your breath and maybe scream . . . and it turns out to be the shadow of a bird was passing overhead or something silly like that. At least no one was watching. That's more embarrassing. One time Brooke was parked at a stop light then looked over to see a train barreling toward her, and she was parked on the tracks! She threw her car into gear and slammed on the gas - there was nowhere to go so she had to practically drive her car up onto the sidewalk and maneuver around a few other cars trying not to get hit by this train. Then she realized it was a parked train that had been there for a long time. Haha! Everyone has their dweeby moments, mom, but I think you're the "studliest stud!"
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