Dad and His Rocketship

Yes... my dad has a rocketship. And nop.. he is not a pilot :)

In this household, we have two cars. One is dad's and the other is mine. Both are just as broken and old as we both are but we are quite happy with it. We can park it anywhere and seriously... don't think anyone will want to steal it *LOL* My car is pretty banged up on the sides... as the porch is quite narrow and trying to fit two cars into the porch can be quite a task on somedays when you are sleepy or unattentive.

Just the other day, my dad was driving my car and when he tried to park my car into the porch... i was waving madly to ask him to stop.. but he nodded and keep grinning and moved forward with the car. Then there was i with eyes as big as marbles and my hands over my mouth.. speechless.. shocked. I heard the screeching sounds of the side of my car running through the pillar on the porch. Dad stopped grinning and happily reversed. Ahhh... not much damage as that side of the car is quite badly scratched. *LOL* And that is one of the reasons why we should both not be driving fancy smancy new cars.

Some days, i love to drive my dad's car more because the seats are higher and this car seems to have more power. You should see my dad driving this rocket. He whizzes by so fast.. i keep asking him where he's rushing off to. When we are going out, i don't let my dad drive anymore if i am in the car. I'll probably have a heart attack from jamming on the non-existent brakes on my passenger side the whole way if my dad is driving.

My dad went for a small procedure at the clinic last week. He's been under medication for the past few days. The medication made him woozy and weak. He didn't go anywhere in his rocketship. He didn't even go for his morning walks at the park to see his friends. But now that the medication is finished, he's back to his usual self and off he went whizzing in his rocketship just now. He told me he's going off to see mom at the church. He came back with a bag of muffins and some stuffs. Very proud of himself. But he told me later that he should probably take it easy these few days.

My siblings were back last weekend to see him. He was awfully happy that there's so many people around in the house. He even forgot that he was still woozy. Even though his mouth went.. "don't come back.. i am okay" but his heart was saying "come back come back and see me". He grinned happily knowing that everyone made time and came back. He had quite a big stream of visitors these past few days. His brothers and sisters all came by to see him too. Even his mobile keep ringing off and on.

It doesn't take much to make an old man happy. Seriously it doesn't :)

Even the small guy is back. He's staying behind for a holiday. Yes yes.. even a little doggie needs a holiday sometimes. He's right at my feet now. Another heartbeat at my feet. Life is wonderful.