RaisingDad

I called our father on Monday, and he said that you sounded very sad the last time you spoke with him on the phone, maybe even crying.      “How come, pop?” I asked, not really interested.    “He was depressed because every time he comes to town, he gets mistaken for a Kardashian from behind.”       RaisingDad RaisingMyFather.Blogspot.com JimDuchene.Blogspot.com American Chimpanzee @JimDuchene   

I figure the conversation you had with your wife when she told you she was going to Cleveland went like this:      Your Wife: “I’m going to Cleveland.”      You: “Who’s in Cleveland?”      Your Wife: “Not you.”        RaisingDad RaisingMyFather.BlogSpot.com JimDuchene.BlogSpot.com. American Chimpanzee @JimDuchene    

I had to go out of town, but I called our father from Anycity, USA to see how he was doing , and—sorry, but—I let it slip.        I told him that you told me that if you die before him you don’t want anyone to tell him, because you didn't want to break his heart.      “Tell your brother not to worry,” he told me. “He’s been dead to me since 1963.”       RaisingDad RaisingMyFather.Blogspot.com JimDuchene.BlogSpot.com. American Chimpanzee @JimDuchene   

as featured in Desert Exposure Magazine desertexposure.com It’s been raining all night and morning.      The street in front of my house is a running creek. The backyard, a collection of miniature ponds. Everything in between is mud. Why my wife wants to go shopping in this kind of weather is beyond me.      "Wouldn’t you rather stay inside and read a good book?" I ask her.      "We're going shopping," she answers.      "I can make us both a nice cup of coffee..."      "We're going shopping.”      "...and we can cuddle up under some blankets and fool around.”      She isn’t convinced.      "We're going shopping," she says, ending the conversation. Even giving me the stink-eye for good measure.      Of course, she's kidding.  ...