Healing Part II

Remember these words:
"As the little girl of a big strong, dad, I think of my own dad (awnry as he can be) as invincible, super-heroish and untouchable"

Wow. Someone wanted me to eat those words.

Mr. don't take care of me Dennis, or "Pop" as I like to call him, spent some time airborne on Friday. He then spent a little more time unconscious, quite awhile confused, then about one miserable night rooming with another man at the University hospital. A bruised brain, a gimp in his step, some slightly offended nurses, and some unreal expectations about when he will be getting back on Tombstone (his horse). The doctors told him 4 weeks, I give him 4 days. I'd like to give him more than that, namely a smack on the back of the head, and also a helmet, but the stubborn man loves his horse. I expect to pull up to my grandmas one morning, and next to Tombstone on the ground will be a little blankie with my dad curled up sleeping next to him. Because he misses him. Though, he might wake up bald, because I've heard Kyles horse like to eat hair.

I still love this man with all of my giddy, school-girl, melting heart. In 1989 he lived in California for a few months finishing up a job, I would miss him so bad. We had these two lazyboy chairs in the basement, and if I sat on them with my legs swung over one arm, I could lean up against the back of the chair and it felt like I was sitting on his lap, leaning up against his chest. Sometimes I would nap like this. And though he didn't eat any of the sandwiches I left in his lunchbox every night(when he was with us, not in CA), he walk away somewhat ok from his 53year old rodeo. So I guess he has redeemed himself. Now if he what just be patient and HEAL for crying out loud!

I wasn't going to write about this on my blog, and I am sure he won't be happy to know I did. I didn't even tell the girls at work (mostly out of fear of falling apart and needing to go home). But as I told Brent, it is kind of healing to write about things. Sometimes you just need to get things off your chest.

Speaking of getting things off your chest... Mom? I want you to know I was also hanging on the towel bar swinging with Kyle when we ripped it off the wall in the bathroom. Only he got in trouble, for some strange reason. But I feel redeemed because my back hit the toilet and it really, really hurt.

And a picture. I hate a post without a picture. So go here to see Hadleys reaction to "Tell grandma how much you love Teletubbies." My SIL Jocleynne snapped a pict of it perfectly at Parkers party.