Went over to Dad's today, as usual, but, what wasn't usual was he met me on the deck, with his right hand bandaged in a bloody paper towel. "Sharon, your father is crazy!" Pointing to his head. "I have a new pair of gloves in the truck and two good pair of gloves on the tractors, why am I picking up wood with my bare hands?" I almost said, 'Why are you picking up wood anyhow, when you're paying someone to do this.' But, I thought better of it. Seems he was piling up the brush all in one spot so it would be easier for the guy to pick it up and put it on his truck.
Well, he had a nasty L shape gash in the fatty part of his hand at the base of the thumb. I put some antibiotic cream on it and two bandages. "Don't you get tired of bandaging up your ole man?" 'Nah, but I'm going to start carrying my first aid bag in the car.' He laughed, "You better go get Archie a cookie, he looks hungry." So, I did.
Dads are allowed to do what they want, as long as it is OK with Moms.
Well, Dizzy, if my mom was still with us. She would have done the same thing I did. Bandaged it up while shaking her head. But, then she would have given him a piece of her mind. I don't go that far, 'cause he wouldn't bother listening.
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