It's been almost a year since the big news. Mom and Dad have rejoined their hearts after 30 years, moved to Houston, then moved back to Lake Havasu, AZ — all within the last few months. So now my Dad tells me that he needs me to build him a piece of furniture, appealing to my compulsive woodworking addiction. Here's how the call goes...
Dad: "I was wondering if you could build me a little triangular table, that I can put next to my recliner, so I can perform all of my life's ambitions from this little corner of the universe. A sort of base-of-operations, so to speak."
Me: "Sure Dad, I could probably tackle that... can you send me a sketch and some measurements to get me started here?"
Dad: "Well, son, I was thinking that in order to really get an idea of what I need, you should probably come out here and take all the measurements you need. Oh, and how about bringing the wife and those scrumptious little grandchildren, too?"
Me: "Ah-haaaaa......." :-)
So, I find myself actually getting excited, really amped, about going "over the (Colorado) River and through the woods" (read: yucca forests). It has been over 30 years since I've gone back to "Dad and Mom's house"...
30 years since I've gone back home.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
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