I suppose I was a bit harsh on him last
night after the debate. To be honest, I don’t think he really understood what
was happening…but that didn’t stop him! I was really embarrassed at his behavior,
but now that I have cooled down, and slept on the whole debacle, I think he was
just trying to protect me, and stand up for me against those halfwits on the
other team!
Mum having been gone a few years now; I
think Dad’s doing a pretty good job raising me on his own. I mean, I know how
to drive a tractor, I can take care of the farm – I am sure there are more than
a few girls that would not be capable of any of that. Not having a mother is
difficult on both of us. But we manage. The two of us; just Dad and me. Dad
even turned the farm organic for me. It meant a lot of extra work, but he was
prepared to do it. He is probably out in the field right now yelling at the
bugs to get off the apples! I love him, I really do.
But he has his moments…most definitely!
Sometimes, I think Dad just takes it a bit too far – he can’t seem to help
himself! Take last night for example, he wore a belt with the words, ‘love and
death’ written on it. All I can say is I am glad he didn’t wear the Harley one!
And then he got up on stage, after yelling from the back of the hall. It was
completely humiliating!
But that doesn’t mean I don’t love him. I hope
he doesn’t think I am too angry at him…I didn’t speak the whole ride home! Oh
dear, I better make it up to him!
I know! The tractor! Last time I checked,
the fuel tank was leaking, and Dad had tried to repair it with a wad of chewing
gum. Typical. I will take it into town to get it fixed as a surprise for him! I
am sure he will love that! But I better leave a note before I go…
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