What would Dad say?

So I need to get a plumber out to my home this week. It’s not urgent, but is something that I don’t know how to fix myself.

It was then that I played a game called, “What Would Dad Say About That?”

I know it’s something that Dad, in his younger years, could have whipped out for me in no time-and at a fraction of the cost. I know he’d talk about the cost and chide me about paying for it.

Reality me knows though that Dad is not here to help me out. I have to call the plumber and get it done. I just can’t help but wonder…

Do I know someone who could help me do this? Can I do it myself? Am I wasting money having someone else do it? And on and on….

No, my friends aren’t handy. No, I can’t do it myself. If I can’t do it, I need to call someone in to help me out. (I need a husband. Or at least a handy guy in my life…)

I know I’m just missing my dad. Readers, how many of you who have lost someone have done the exact same question asking after you have lost someone special in your life?


Painting…A glimpse into hell…

So I need to repaint my bathroom. My first attempt looks like a mango explosion. Not good.

I’m doing online research so that I don’t make the same mistake again. Wow! Oh my gosh. Are there ever resources! It’s overwhelming!

First of all there is Home Depot. There are really that many options for color? Wow… I’m currently looking through their paint chart handy dandy color finder now.

And then there are the paint company Web sites… I can try out colors in each room! I could repaint each room if I really wanted to-all while trying it out on my handy dandy computer!

Excuse my desk paperwork…

Then there are samples to try out also! Will they really work well though against a mango-fied wall? Will I really get the true color? So much to think about!

Giving me all these choices is like wading through hell. I like things clear cut, which of course picking color never is.

I see finished home projects that others do of their bathrooms and “ooh” and “aah” like the rest of Facebook. How long did it take them? Did they feel the same way I did?

So tell me, readers. Have you embarked on painting your bathroom recently? Was it a positive experience for you?

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Life, loss and fitting it all together…

My dad passed away last month. To say it has been a roller coaster of emotions kinda month would be putting it mildly.

To say time passes quickly would be totally accurate. From the time Dad entered the hospital until now has become sort of a blur. You can call it grief, a coping strategy or whatever you want. All I can tell you is that life has moved on…

I know I should look at things positively. He lived to be 83, really enjoyed life and just had the best outlook despite his physical limitations that came with age.

Still though, I miss my dad…. 😦

I miss his kindness. I miss the incredibly dumb arguments we’d get into. I miss the daddy daughter dates we’d go on before age took over. I miss our talks.

I miss him….

Life goes on. We’re going through the purging and sorting of my dad’s life right now. Some of it is kinda cool. There are old photos. Stories of items that held value to Dad are coming out the wazoo. I guess it happens to us all.

“Don’t go so fast!” I want to scream out. I know it needs to get done though. Sad to say.

Life goes on…. The blur will get bigger with time. It won’t hurt so much. Right now though I want to give my dad one last hug like I did in the hospital and say three little words.

I love you, Dad.