Man, I cannot believe it was in 1986 that the Celtics last won a championship! I was SO into basketball back then, too, but I was a Bulls fan (loved Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippin, Horace Grant). Course, I wasn’t unhappy when the Celts won, as long as it wasn’t against the Bulls. The game is on in the background tonight…I’m not vested in it, but it would be nice to have a Boston team win.
A political fund raiser called Dad yesterday. He was quite tired at the time but had picked up the phone anyway (I’d picked up the extension at the same time and listened in. Nosy much?). This woman was a piece of work!!! She said, “Hello Mr. Dad, how are you today.“, and then without so much as waiting for a response, launched into her request for money. First she mentioned how the liberals were going to burn the country down if they got in the White House [ok, I might have exaggerated a bit there] and said, “Please, Mr. Dad, can’t you contribute $65 to keep the liberals at bay?” Dad said, “I’ve been in the hospital, and I’m not feeling too well, but I’ll do what I can.” This PIECE OF WORK doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t say I’m sorry, doesn’t say I hope you feel better, but instead launches into her next spiel: “Well, Mr. Dad, perhaps you can contribute $55 then, did you know that Al Franken was endorsed at the Democratic Convention [drugs, sex & rock n roll will now infiltrate America] and the liberals are running wild?” Dad said, “I’ll do what I can.” Repeat again, more inflammatory statements, more political rhetoric and we get down to $25, whereupon I step in and politely ask her to STOP BADGERING HIM RIGHT NOW. The nerve!
Wolf and I took a long walk Saturday, and he was attacked by a gang of wild and bloodthirsty…ticks!!! I must’ve pulled 10 off him *shivers* sooooo gross!!! Thankfully none were attached.
My brother and I took Dad out for lunch today; we ended up at The Gloucester House, where Dad had the Fisherman’s Platter. That man can eat, I tell you what! He finished it all, except for the fries AND had dessert. So there we are in Gloucester, very picturesque, on the ocean…and I forgot my camera! GAH!