Those
of you who know me will be surprised to read this, but,......I
was a moody child. Scowl on my face most of the time. The more people
tried to make me smile, the more stubbornly I refused. Amplify this
with the natural moodiness of most teenagers, and I became
insufferable as I got into my teens. Dad was always one for dumb
jokes – so he was often trying to get to me.
One
Saturday morning when I was about 15, I awoke and realized everyone
else was already up. The bedrooms were all on the second floor, and
the bathroom was on the first floor. How to get to the bathroom
without having to interact with the humans who comprised my family? I
started down the stairs keeping my eyes closed – hoping to ward off
any conversation. As I got to the bottom step, I realized someone was
sitting at the kitchen table. I was going to have to open my eyes
and, gasp!, maybe even have to say “good morning.”
With
an evil look, I opened my eyes to see, sure enough, my Dad at the
kitchen table looking at me. He had a great big smile on his face.
“It's
a great day for the race!” he said.
My
brain started going around and around. What race? Was there something
for school I had forgotten about? There was a bicycle race that came
past our house once or twice a year – was it the day for the
bicycle race? Was it something Dad had just heard on the radio and
was passing along? Was it one of his jokes? Oh Lord, it was probably
one of his really bad jokes, and now I had stood there too long to
ignore the comment, I was going to have to ask. I so did not want to
ask. But I had to.
“What
race, Dad?”
“The
Human Race!” Dad exclaimed triumphantly as I groaned and ran to the
bathroom. I could hear him laughing at his success in getting to me.
All I wanted was to forget the whole thing.
And
forget I did and all too well.
Danged
if the same scene did not replay itself in the exact same way a
couple of months later!
It
was a Saturday morning. I walked down the stairs with my eyes almost
closed. Someone was at the kitchen table. Dad sat there with a big
grin on his face.
“It's
a great day for the race!”
I
opened my mouth to say something snarky and then realized to my
horror that even though I remembered Dad making that comment before
in exactly the same circumstances, I could not remember what
race he was talking about!
My
brain went through the same thought circuits as before – something
for school? The bike race up the street? Something he just heard on
the radio? One of his silly jokes? Oh I concluded it was definitely
one of his dumb jokes – but what was the punchline? Too much time
had passed while I stood there – I was going to have to ask. But I
did not want to ask. I would have to ask – ignoring him at this
point would be taking my insolence too far. The only way I could
force myself to ask Dad what race was to promise myself to
listen to the answer and never ever forget again what the
punchline is. That way I would be ready with my own snarky response
the next time he started the joke.
“What
race, Dad?”
“The
Human Race!” Dad grinned – thrilled that he had gotten me a
second time with the same joke as I groaned and ran to the bathroom.
I could hear his laughter through the closed door.
But
I would be ready for him the next time!
And
I'm still waiting.
I
guess you could say that since Dad never again said, “It's a great
day for the race!” and I've been waiting for if – that he has
essentially successfully gotten me a third time. That's my
Dad.
This
memory-a-day blog for the year 2015 was begun 365 days ago with a
quote from my Dad - “it's better than a sharp stick in the eye” -
which is the name for the blog, because, and I'll repeat myself here
– you can read the blog, say to yourself that you can do better,
and I say, yes you can, because anything is better than a sharp
stick in the eye! And so I thought it would be more than fitting
to complete the blog today, the last day of 2015 with another of my
Dad's quotes.
This
month I have mentioned the list I made several years ago of words of
wisdom – philosophies that I say I live by and I've attempted to
explain what I mean by each of them:
Six:
Clowns are people too
Five:
Make love, not war
Four:
Sometimes choose to be the chump
Three:
Go home different than the way you came
(three
and four I attribute to the associate pastor a church the girls and I
attended during the '90's)
Two:
It's better than a sharp stick in the eye
(two and one I attribute to Dad)
And
One? When I was putting this list together, I realized that there was
something I say to folks often. It is something that I wake up to
most mornings. It is proof that I kept the promise I made to myself
so many years ago – my number one statement of philosophy – the
one that supersedes all others in my list of words of wisdom:
One:
It 's a great day for the Race!
go
in peace.
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