My Dad called me today. “Kira! What are you doing?”
“Nothing Dad, just trying to get Jack to put on his shoes, get his stuff and get out the door.” I am actually chasing my 6 year old around the house ,as you do, with shoes and a jacket and a brush, threatening to sell him on Ebay if he doesn’t get his shit together, and he is ignoring me and rolling around on the floor.
“Great! Listen to this!”
He then proceeded to read me his latest installment in the “Shit” series. This chapter is the whole lineage of Jack Shit and his family including Shit Head, Shit for Brains and other members of the Shit family. I actually listen with half an ear as my son, appropriately farts as he runs away from me.
My father is a modern renaissance man of sorts. He is a writer, sculptor, artist and master games man. He is going to play in the senior division of the World Series of Poker next month for the 3rd time. When he was in college he was a Black Jack dealer at Harrahs in Lake Tahoe and he can play hearts and bridge with a sharpness that is frightening. He goes to summer camp in Vermont every year and still drives himself. He is fairly nuts but amazing all at the same time. I actually wish he was writing this blog but he has given up the computer except to write his books. If I lived closer I would just go over and cut and paste his stuff into a blog for him. He is seriously funny when he wants to be.
He is also super stubborn. The man has written something like 15 novels but will probably never get them published because he has a fear of editing. He refuses to play by the rules. He wants to do things his way or no way, and that includes believing that typos are just “part of the story”. Its kind of hard to deal with.
My dad is the guy who will call you up at 6 am and tell you that he has a new idea to start a company making personalized coffins, using terra cotta from Sautillo Mexico and you need to call up the people from Shark Tank and tell them its the next big thing so get on that and sell the idea to them!
Aggggg!! Anyone need a slightly used 83 year old inventor/artist/author/gambler?