Luke Wolf said:
I got myself into abit of a bad situation today, and just before it got even worse, someone that I knew would bail me out showed and helped me out. I know that at least my guardian spirits are there, and probably calling me a dumb*** right now.
You remind me of my Dad; he was a lovely man - but in his later years he became very 'isolated' and deaf - Mine was the only voice he could hear - and that was because it is very low pitch, and I have good production - through singing. In his laterr days, he could not even understand me in English - I had to resort to his first language -French.
He would get up to the most incredible of capers - ones that would have ended in disaster had it been me.
He had a motorized scooter (a four wheeled buggy) - he would be trundling along, on the pavement, and suddenly, thefancy would take him across the main road.........
Did he look - of course not! when the whim took him, he would cross - totally oblivious to the screech of brakes, of frustrated bus drivers punching their horns in frustration. He never looked once. One day, My son and I popped round to see him.
"Ah "he bellowed "I ham just getting my lunch , I ope you don't mind if I heat it?" - please do, we told him.(The h's in the wrong place are typical of a Frenchman)
His lunch consisted of a pork chop, which he had cooked in the microwave; salad (Preprepared in little supermarket trays ) - which he kept in the freezer - and some oven fries.
James and I never quite knew where to look, nor what to say; at times such as these, it took a lot of control not to burst out laughing(not at him, in a nasty way - but at the sheer impossibility of the messes in which he would get himself .......
The pork chop was virtually raw - it was bloody; the oven chips looked like chargrilled twigs, and the salad was all damp, and still cold......
I'd say his guardian angel was on overtime....