Dad’s inner child
Three times within the past month our main drain backed up, flooding the storage room. (Memories of Amarillo.) The first time they pulled the basement toilet and ran a snake. The next time they told us that they were going to have to dig down and make and outside access. Today was the day.
They arrived just as we were having breakfast. Dad kept running to the front window to watch the men and machines. He said that he was going to have trouble working today. He said that it might be like the day he missed school, because he stopped on the way to watch construction and never made it to school.
I got home from working out and burst into tears. Our nice landscaping was now a huge hole that practically swallowed the front yard. Dad was standing out with the guys enjoying playing in the dirt, and I was devastated. Oh, well, in the scope of eternity, I guess this isn’t that big a deal.
We will be leaving pretty soon for Denver. We are spending the night with the Nittas so Dad and Gary can plan the board meeting. Tomorrow afternoon is the wedding.