How my dad thinks

[mayamaia]

"I just finished up with Victo, so I'm hanging out at Barefoot for a bit before making the trek home."

"Are you going to walk?"

"Um. I said I'm at Barefoot. You mean walk from here to Castro Valley?" (Here is in Santa Clara, and I'm guessing the distance would be 40 to 50 miles.)

"Yeah, it's a good walk."

"Ah. Well, it's a good idea, but I'm carrying a canvas Victoria gave me for my birthday."

And then we talked about the canvas and he asked me if I knew how to prepare it and if I had paints and I told him I had gotten strict instructions and would borrow paints and might have a friend make sure I was doing it right and yes I had a place in mind to let it dry and he said good, it's good to do these things right.

For all my dad is difficult a lot of the time, he really does believe we can do anything if we set our minds to it and use the right process. He doesn't believe in limits except the ones we place on ourselves, and so every time we are limited by something other than physical illness, he is angry that we have succumbed to accepting limits.

I guess it's nice, in a way. My dad thinks I ought to be a superhero. He wouldn't use that word, but that's what it is. Something along the line of "If you're just going to be ordinary, what's the POINT?!"

Comments

[donnickcottage.livejournal.com]

Sounds like dad's no realist lol. 50 miles isn't a good walk, unless you're a marathoner.

[mayamaia.livejournal.com]

I'd sort of agree, except my father expects nothing more in this than he did himself as a young man. At least he doesn't expect me to have his youthful lifting capacity too.