This is a pic of my dad in his favorite part of the house, his den – where sometimes he can spend up to 16 hours a day. He LOVES playing Final Fantasy 11 (as you can see.) At his right elbow is the current Sudoku book (another passion) that he is working on. The pile of folders before him are things he is working on with the state regarding my medicaid case that he intends to call about tomorrow. (We opened this case NINE months ago and are still waiting for final approvals!). He’s my POA and handles all the administrative crap with my former employer, the insurance companies, the attorneys, the county and the state. He spends a lot of time every week just dealing with all the red tape that I would have to so i’m forever grateful to him for that.
Plus, he’s the best dad a girl could ever hope for and i feel so very lucky that we are close.
That’s awesome. The only game I can get my dad to play is Pac-Man. I seem to remember many Atari 5200 controllers being broken over that game. I was partial to Moon Patrol myself.
dave, that’s so finny, we were just talking about our atari system the other day and that it still works although the side scrolling feature was annoying. my favorite game was night driver.
there’s a couple of other things in the photo of my dad that i forgot to metion…
- to the right of his face is a series of three photos of my parents’ chocolate lab, Leah (AKC registration “Sarah’s Leah at River Glen.”) They got her (FREE!) as a 3 year old adult who failed to breed successfully. She’s nine now. She’s the most lovable dog you’ll ever meet, but a very submissive dog (she goes belly up if you so much as look at her for more than 10 seconds!) with chronic health problems (so much for free!). Like the true retriever she is, she LOVES water (she has her own plastic baby pool for the summer) and is always carrying a toy in her “soft” mouth.
Directly behind my dad’s chair is a small B&W photo of my parents taken in 1962 in Germany where they had met at an American HS in Stuttgart as both their fathers were stationed on post there, post-WW II.. My parents watched the wall between East & West Germany constructed. In the photo, my mom is 17 and my dad just over 20. They had it taken because my dad was coming back stateside to Brooklyn nine months before my mother whose dad was stationed in San Francisco. Despite the odds, the costliness of long distance, my parents kept their romance alive through letters and occasional days-long Greyhound trips and were married 45.5 years ago in June, 1964. My mom was 19.5 and my dad just over 22.
Behind my dad’s monitor ar the requisite “Starlite Mints” he loves so much. My mother usually buys him a big bucket like that for his birthday.
On the corner of his desk is the requisite roll of duct tape. Who can live without duct tape? Certainly not my dad or my Boy Scouts who one year constructed a full deck of playing cards because no one had brought a deck from home. I even had these: http://bit.ly/15G0ut in our first aid kit on trips because they stuck better and would hold thru a weekend’s abuse of getting wet, muddy or messy during cooking or gathering wood.
So many things in this picture and each seems to have a lovely story behind it – and your Dad. My Brother and I have duct-taped cotton to ourselves before – It wasn’t pretty !
My dad uses a computer throughout the day but he doesn’t like it ! But he loves those 5-minute games and if he gets good at one – it’d be difficult to pry him off his seat ! LOL