My dad will be 92 years old his birthday, should the Lord so will. My dad, bless his heart, gets these odd ideas in his head and will not…absolutely will not let them go. They roll around in his head for a while, then come out his mouth and no matter what the idea of the moment is, the correct answer to his request is, sure dad. Its the best way to save mom’s sanity. She lives with him, she has to hear it over and over and over and over..
Yesterday I walked down to water my small garden, he saw me. He was standing forty or so feet away and called to me. He wanted to know if my son had to work the next day. Yes, dad. Why? Turns out he had something he wanted him to do. No surprise there. I, silly me, asked what he needed. So he walked over to tell me exactly what he was needing.
According to him, the other people driving up and down the road, were running up on the bank and about to take out his blueberry bushes. We live on a narrow, dead end dirt road. Narrow in that if you meet a car going in the opposite direction you are, someone has to find a way to move. I make a habit of trying my best to make sure no one is coming out of the road before I pull in, because I am not about to back my car back out onto the main road that most people on it think the are on a NASCAR speedway. I have witnessed cars that will see another approaching and they will stop and wait. Its either that of have one of those stand offs where no one wants to give an inch so no one goes anywhere.
And my dad thought that someone or everyone was driving up on the bank, deliberately trying to take out his blueberry bushes. They weren’t but I’m not going to argue. I asked him what he wanted to do. He had two ideas.
First, was find some really big rocks to line up along the bank. Bad idea. I have big rocks lining my yard to try and keep people from running down my cactus plants. They aren’t on an embankment. We have to keep moving the rocks back because people keep running over them. And these are big rocks. If we tried to put rocks like that on the embankment they would not stay there and people could say anything.
Second, was to take some of the long logs that were in his yard and put them along the road, on the embankment, in front of his blueberry bushes. No, that’s worse than the rocks, unless you can find a way to make sure the logs won’t roll off the embankment into the road, in front of our under someone’s vehicle.
I told him I’d work on it. And I did, I went and got my son and dragged him down to the site in question and the endangered blue berry bushes in need of protecting. He too nixed the rock and log idea but came up with one of his own. Those metal fence posts. The kind of flat posts with the clip like places to hold the wire. We could get some of those and drive into the ground. Not a bad idea.
Today, we went to the handy dandy home and garden center and found the posts and some bright orange, florescent paint. Once we got back home, we walked down to my dad’s place. Mom started to come out too until she found out what we were doing, she went back inside and left us to what ever it was we were up to, she didn’t even want to know. Dad followed us to–the site–and began to tell us where he thought the posts ought to be. We compromised and drove them just short of halfway up the embankment which put them a couple of feet out of the road.
Once my son had them driven into the ground, using a really big rock because he didn’t like the hammer, he then spray painted them with that bright orange. I’ll have to go back tomorrow and give them another coat of paint but, that’s okay.
My nephew walked up as we were finishing. He stood looking at our handiwork, shaking his head. It isn’t the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. It isn’t going to win any prizes. It may tick the neighbors off, I don’t know. I do know that for a few minutes, mom will have some peace while dad works on the next thing he needs done. The next thing that when he calls and asks, if there is any way possible for me to so it or get it done, I’ll answer, “Sure Dad.”
I’m trying too, as my understanding grows, that when I feel that God is calling me to do something. To understand something, to act in a certain way. My immediate response will be and is, “Yes, Father.” and trust that while I may not know what I’m doing, He does and that is all that matters.