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For some reason, Husband was grinning sideways at me with twinkling eyes... which always means that he's amused at what he thinks is weird behavior.
"What, didn't your family get excited about watching the Olympics?" My incredulity was only half-fake.
"I don't know... I mean... we watched them... but..."
"My family always got so excited for the Olympics!!! They're so much fun to watch!" I was about to launch into an explanation of how some events, like bobsled, are even more fun to watch when you've seen them in person (which we were lucky enough to do for 3 events each at the '96 Atlanta and '02 Salt Lake City Olympics!)... but he interrupted me.
"Your family gets excited about EVERYTHING!"
(As some of you know from reading about how much fun we have watching OSU sports... and eating... and doing everything else... he's right!)
So this past weekend, just after my dad had emergency surgery for a detached retina, we found ourselves peeking over the edge of my parents' bed, horizontally watching the Olympics on a small TV on the floor... still having fun.
|To help his eye recover, Daddy is required to look down for 45 minutes of every hour!|
Inspired by his eyepatch, he greeted us with a hearty pirate "Arrrgh!" He gleefully gloated about getting all his favorite meals, MMMing loudly as he made a big deal about savoring each bite. He conspired with Husband to play little tricks on my mom and me. He hammed up his condition to annoy my mom: pretending to bump into things on purpose, trying to sit on me with the excuse that he couldn't see, and whining that he couldn't open his pop bottle.
As we peered down at the TV, we practiced our best skeleton-racing positions. We giggled about how the Sanki Sliding Center's name sounds exactly like my maiden name, enthusiastically echoing the announcers each time they said it. Through it all, he was spouting puns and fake Spanish (such as "rice-o España" for "Spanish rice") and laughing through his nose at his own jokes like always.
Even when he isn't feeling his best, my dad is always excited about everything... especially spending time with me. <3
Argh-and you're such fun, too, Jennifer! Now we'll all know the source of your enthusiastic approach to life! Seriously, I think it's wonderful your dad has such a good sense of humor & this is a great post about him. My family remembers Olympics because right before some of them, we managed to: get our first color tv, our first 'not little portable' tv, & the 1st tv hooked to cable. So you see, now you know how much we loved the Olympics too!ReplyDelete
Truly a slice of life! My family used to get excited about the Olympics as well! My mother used to tell stories about the 1952 summer Olympics in Helsinki! The Finns used to be pretty good. I am not sure what has happened to them???ReplyDelete
Your dad is certainly making the best out of a bad situation. I love the enthusiasm for life your family has. You have fun no matter what.ReplyDelete
I love how your family gets excited about everything. Why not? Life is too short not to live with enthusiasm.ReplyDelete
Hope your dad continues to heal!