RaisingDad

My Dad.       I don't know how he knows, but somehow he does. He can't see to the end of the room, but whenever I'm doing any kind of work in the house, he somehow always manages to situate himself right in the middle of it.      When I'm in the great room or kitchen to do anything, he knows I'm there, and, a few seconds later, so is he. I'll only walk in to fix me and my wife a cup of coffee--it'll be early in the morning, and I won't even turn on the light--and I'll see him look out of his door. There's no way for him to know I'm there, but somehow he does. I'll see him walk out and toward the main house. Sometimes I'm able to sneak back upstairs with our coffee before he makes it into the house. Sometimes...      "Where's my coffee?" my wife will ask when I walk back into our bedroom empty-handed.      "Um... ah... well..." I'll begin to explain.      ...

Every morning my father goes on his morning walk, rain or shine. Even the days he doesn't want to go, he'll go. Sometimes our conversations will go like this:      "Man," he'll tell me, "I really don't feel like going on my walk this morning."      "Why don't you take a break?" I'll ask him.      "What?"      "If you're not feeling good, Dad, why don't you give yourself a break today?"      "A break from what?"      "From your walk."      "From my what?"      "From your walk."      He pauses. Thinks. Chews on the idea a bit.      "Why would I want to do that?" he'll finally say.      "I'm just saying, if you're not feeling good."      "Who said I'm not feeling good?"      "You told me that you didn't f...

My Dad just got himself a new dog. Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!  Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!  Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!      I'm upstairs, trying to watch TV. Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!      I look at my wife in bed next to me. She's trying to read, but she can't concentrate. The barking is driving her nuts as well, but she's trying to pretend that it doesn't.      No g...