My father is hands down one of my most favorite people on the planet. We're very similar in many ways. I'm completely content being a home body and watching TV or just relaxing and knitting. He's the same way. He was a carpenter for majority of his life. He built our house, actually (a 3 story, white brick home). I'm also pretty certain he can fix anything on Earth that is capable of being fixed. He's amazing with his hands and quite creative. I definitely get my crafty/creative side from him.
Besides all of that he's just a really funny, interesting person. He does such odd things sometimes that you can't help but laugh. One thing you should know is that he's a recover(ing/ed) alcoholic. He's been sober since February of 2005. After he became sober our relationship evolved. I was usually the daughter outside playing in the garden with him or going fishing but after he became sober we grew that much closer (and happier).
I thought I'd share some photographic evidence of what a goober my father is. This way you know where my gooberness comes from.
The other night I came out into the garage to say goodnight to my dad to find him sitting in a folding chair watching a gigantic spider eat an even more gigantic moth. That in and of itself is kind of weird. My father... the bug watcher. But what you need to know here is that my father found this moth, caught it, and then threw it into the spider web. He then told me that if I wanted to take the net outside I could catch the spider some more food... but not to bother with already deceased bugs. Spiders apparently don't care for those he thinks. Who knows how long he kept sitting there. I finally had to go to bed.
A couple of days later I asked him to come with me to traffic court. No one likes court, even if it's traffic court... especially me. He agreed to come with me. The morning of court I woke up around 7:30 am and went downstairs to knock on his door to see if he was ready yet. My father answers his bedroom door completely dressed up. He had brown suit pants on, a white dress shirt, a tie with a matching tie pin, and let us not forget that beautiful white/tan sport coat he wears to any wedding, church event, or anything requiring fancy dress. Suddenly my decision to not wear flip flops out of respect for the judge seemed pretty lame. Only my father would wear such a thing to traffic court. Before we left the house I asked him to pose for a picture, which he did. Also seen in the frame is the cooler he usually has packed when he's out in the garage working or outside. It's filled with Mountain Dew Code Red. So if you're ever in St. Mary's County and craving some Code Red... don't bother going to the grocery store. My father's already bought it all.
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