We had a heat wave out here recently (our summer's first), and I was organizing my pantry when the phone rang. It was Dad. "Hey I just thought I'd call and tell you that you all are dropping like flies out there" he says. "What would I do without you? I'd never know when it was humid or hot or cold or windy or anything! I never notice these things until the phone rings and you tell me. Thanks Pop." Then there was more conversation about the dry heat vs the humid heat. Like I didn't know the difference. It's really actually kinda enchanting that he cares enough to call and tell me it's hot outside where I live. When a hurricane comes through he calls to ask if I have a generator for when I lose power. We talk about horsepower and gasoline supply. Then we usually run out of things to say (unless he decides to get political on me), and we hang up until the next bit of weather decides to happen.
This past time he called I shared some of the troubles I have been having with my teen. He shared some of his wisdom and we moved on to other topics until it was time to say goodbye. I always know when he is finished with me. It's always "well I"ll let you go" or sometimes a quick jab at Obama care and a swift good-bye. He has to get his opinions in there but has learned not to start a fight with me, bless his heart. He is now 83. Who knows how many phone calls we have left. Our entire family has scheduled a trip to Utah this summer and we can all see him in person. I can just imagine feeling the altitude getting to me in the dry July heat as we hike and fly paper airplanes and sing our traditional camp song "Bill Grogan's Goat."
Big Boy is refusing to go with us. I purposely didn't buy him a ticket because he was looking for a summer job and we weren't sure how flexible his job would be. Turns out, the job he ended up with has a flexible boss who would let him go if he wanted to, but he is a teenager who knows everything and isn't interested in pleasing Mom. He has decided he "has to" stay here and earn money for college/mission. I am done arguing with him and think that perhaps a break from family for him right now might be best. We need a dog walker anyways. Maybe after a week's absence from us he'll learn some appreciation for a few things we do for him around here. Maybe he'll long for a call from Utah telling him how hot it is outside today. I just hope he isn't missing out on a last chance to be in the same dry heat as his Grandpa. He'll regret that all the way down to the fiery furnace below if that happens.
(Joking! I really don't think my teenager is headed for Hell just for refusing to go on a family vacation with us- it's for all the other disrespectful stuff he does that he'll earn that walk of shame- KIDDING again!!!)