Years fly by, but the heart stays in the same place. ~Harlan Coben
Happy Birthday Dad! January 16, 1951
I’m well aware Dad despises me talking about him online, not that he ever reads anything I write. Why? Because the old man’s never touched a computer in his life, let alone knows how to use a search engine. (He’s never even used an ATM machine.) So how does he know I talk about him online? I’m usually ratted out by people who read my blog and follow my social media sites, usually my Mom. However, since Dad’s getting up there in years, he needs to have each and every year recognized and recorded, at the very least for Kyle to remember his dear old Pap. My rule when reading my blog: read it to enjoy but never tell Dad where you heard the stories about him, or even those of Kyle.
Anyway, Dad added another year to his resume. What’s been going on with my retiree? Not much, he’s loving his simple life on the ridge. His typical day consists of hanging with the dogs, Seven and Scooby, sneaking in a nap or two, sometimes cutting firewood or doing yard work, and visiting his ladies at least four times a day.
Ladies? Who are the ladies? That’s what Dad calls his chickens, which totally cracks me up! He loves those birds. Recently, they started laying eggs, which has now become the big excitement of each day. No joke!
Sure, I still help Dad with our hobbies. We have our honey bees, and up until this past fall, we were raising turkeys, who are now tucked away in the freezer. Summer always brings a renewed interest in fishing and trapping snapping turtle, too.
Is Dad still hunting? You bet! In fact, he took the muzzle-loader out this year, and he participated in the senior citizen season. Time for a true funny story. Late October is the youth hunt or mentor hunting, coincidentally it’s also senior citizen hunting, prior to the standard deer season. Every time I heard Dad recount this past hunting season with anyone, he talked about the youth hunt. He always called it the youth hunt, not the senior citizen hunt. Everyone, and I mean everyone, gave Dad a very inquisitive confused look when Dad, an old man, talked about hunting during the “youth hunt”. In Dad’s head he knew he was legal, but most people were taken back by the term “youth hunt” in reference to Dad hunting.
Nowadays, Dad’s interested in purchasing a crossbow for archery season. I’m okay with that! Seriously, whatever keeps him active and happy. He was even trying to nudge Mom (Gigi) back into hunting, to get her moving around since she too is retired as of the first of the year. Personally, I think Dad has a better chance of shooting a 24 point, with an arrow that ricocheted off of a tree trunk, and a large rock before hitting the buck directly in the lungs, dropping it immediately. Could happen, but highly unlikely.
What did we do today? We butchered a 620 pound pig. Seriously? Yes! Only in the Piper household. Dad should have been a butcher for he loves harvesting his own meat. Kyle even came over early to spend the weekend, although he passed on helping with the pig. Instead, Kyle assisted me in making his pappy a pound cake. We spent the day together, and had a really nice time.
Happy birthday old man! I hope you keep going for another 60 years.