Monday, March 14, 2016

Pi Day song....

Not the best video, but appropriate for today.  From the movie 'Michael'.

Saturday, March 5, 2016


I was visiting my dad at the specialized care facility the other day and when I came in, he was laying down in the bed.  He wanted to get up from the bed and get into his wheelchair.  My dad is still a big guy-about 180 pounds and 6 foot tall.  The CNAs were busy and I'm scared to death I'm going to not be able to support him and end up dropping him on the floor.  But he's still barely strong enough to help me out so we went for it.  The way this works is to basically get the other person in a hug, get them stood up, and then kind of rock back and forth until they are in line with the wheelchair and then plant 'em on the chair.

So there we are, in a hug and doing a parody of a father/daughter dance, just like when I was 10 years old, but now I'm doing the leading instead of him.  As I'm coaching "move your right fooot, now your left" all of a sudden he stops and says "Your hair smells great.".  I was not quite expecting that commentary, so I look him right in the eye and say "Glad you think so."  The oddness of the moment has stayed with me for a couple of days now.  Never know what's going to strike a person as important to say, or when.