my father

[Drunk Monk]

With the first sunny weekend last ?Sunday was a day to catch up on all the chorse at my parents' house - trimming trees, cleaning gutters, and smashing an old door to bits so it'd fit in the garbage can. My dad assisted me, but wasn't too helpful. I asked for several tools, but he never got that. He helped hold a ladder when I got on the roof for the gutters, and swept up after, but that was it. The door was funnier. My mom had left the door she had just replaced out for the garbage but they didn't take it, so it was my job to smash it. I didn't think much of it - it's an old door, until I turned it over and realized my dad had reinforced it with two layers of wood and tons of crossbeams. After training sword cuts for such a long time, I'm not bad with a crowbar and hatchet. but it didn't keep me from grumbling at my dad, who was watching me and seemed to be giggling at my dilemma.

Later, before we went out to dinner, Tara said she had to go to the bathroom and my dad responded in his longest phrase of the day "good idea. i better to go to." And he promptly did.

A friend recently told me of an aphasiac who can only speak in short clipped sentences and places the last word of the sentence first. Aphasia is really weird.