RaisingDad

You know, my dad's a pretty healthy guy.      He goes out walking in the heat, in the rain, during earthquakes. If you've been paying attention to the news, you've probably read about some wild fires that have been burning close by and giving my deadbeat--I mean, fun-loving--relatives an additional reason not to use my home as a base camp for their vacation. Did all the smoke and haze keep my dad indoors like the local authorities recommended?      No.      Why do I mention all this? Well, my wife recently had a garage sale and from that garage sale I caught something from somebody that laid me low. Not low enough to keep me from getting out of bed and doing house chores for her (My wife figures that since I'm home, I might as well do something. Sick, or not.), but low enough to not be able to enjoy the nice Memorial Day weekend. Although, when you're retired, every day is a nice Memorial Day we...

Like I said, my wife and I love where we live, but the problem with living where we do is that the rest of the country seems to love where we live, too. So we're always having friends and relatives come by to visit or for vacation. They come for the good times, and they stay for the free room and board.      Today I'm doing the finishing touches making sure the house meets my wife's high standards for some company that my wife is expecting. I would say company that we're expecting, but, since they're my wife's relatives, she's expecting them and I'm praying for another earthquake.   Two hours prior:        I go into the kitchen and my Dad is watching the news on my TV there, and not even the channel with the blonde weather women with the big, um, personality. I consider it my TV, because my father has already staked his claim on the big-screen TV in the great-room along with my favorite chair, so, I'm...

My wife and I live in a very nice part of the country that tourists are fond of visiting, and we were expecting the following deadbeats, I mean, out-of-town company this summer:    my wife's cousin from Cleveland,     my nephew and his family,     my brother and his family, and    maybe my sister and her family,    but awhile back there was an earthquake. If you follow the news you would have read about it or seen it being reported on TV.      After the earthquake, can you guess how many visitors we're having this summer?     Zero.       Raising My Father RaisingMyFather.BlogSpot.com jimduchene.BlogSpot.com @JimDuchene