RaisingDad

My Dad's better, but he's still getting over the cold that almost left me with an empty bedroom that would have converted nicely into a work office for me. Still, the rest of us are not without our own problems. I'm talking about my wife and I. Just the other night I thoughtfully brought her two aspirins as she sat in our bed reading.      "Here, sweetie," I told her. "I brought you a couple of aspirin."      "For what? " she asked. "I don't have a headache."      "Then it's a good thing you're already in bed," I said, smoothly.      Okay, so that's an old joke... but it's not far from the truth.      My own particular peccadillo's have given me a new eating schedule. I only eat twice a day, which isn't bad, BUT--and, as you can see, it's a big "but"--I can't have any breads, and THAT'S what's killing me. I'm a BIG bread eater. Well, ...

as featured in Desert Exposure Magazine     My wife and I are cleaning the oakwood floors downstairs. Wood floors need a good, old fashioned cleaning and waxing several times a year to keep it rich looking, and all that cleaning and waxing takes an awful lot of elbow grease. The whole affair takes too long to do all at once, so we do it in sections. We are on our knees cleaning the floor.      Which reminds me of the following joke (if you don't care for jokes that are a bit on the politically incorrect side, then I suggest you skip the following paragraph):      What's the difference between the mass in a catholic church and the mass in a gay church? In the gay church, only HALF the congregation are on their knees.      But I digress...      By all of us, I mean not my Dad. He's sitting on his (my) favorite chair. I don't see him from the angle...