Saturday, May 26, 2012

I have become my father

Years ago, when I went to the same chiropractor who helped my father, and his father, with their tricky sacroiliacs, I was less than pleased to be told I had the same back as my grandfather. I loved Papa B. dearly, but I knew him as a short, round man, and if I had the choice of which genes to inherit, it would have been his size 6 feet, not his build!

I was reminded of this today when I looked in the mirror before washing my face after gardening. I would like to say that, just as in a novel, my skin was lightly bedewed with an oddly attractive sheen of moisture, but sadly, I had sweat dripping into my glasses when I was outside. Younger me used to be amazed and amused to see my father, and his brother, with the same excessive outflow, thinking it must be a man thing. Nope- genetics.

Thinking of that while I splashed my face with cold water, including my head, because I do wear my hair cut short......just like my father.  Oh no! Planting peas, I was singing, "Oats, peas, beans and barley grow", a favorite of his.  And on the way inside, thinking that a drink would be "wunnerful, wunnerful" ala Pa (and Lawrence Welk).

Luke, I am my father.

And I could do much worse.


4 comments:

Kelly Sheehy said...

Awwwww...that's so sweet!

Grampa said...

But Dr Murray put things back in order, allowing me to work until retirement!

Marlow said...

But you dont flip your teeth in and out of your mouth....do you?

Linda said...

Marlow, it's funny you ask- I just got a partial lower plate, and the dentist warned me about not getting into that habit!