I took a walk after work to get some air. I thought the walk would brighten my mood a bit but it didn’t. I dropped a letter in the mailbox. Everyone on the street seemed to have a specific place to go. The restaurants were slowly filling up. The sport bar was getting busy for tonight’s hockey game. I did a bit of window shopping, looking at eye glasses, clothes, shoes and food. I notice a lot more Asian guys in my neighbourhood now… young, good looking and stylish. One walked past me and I could smell his Gatsby hair gel. But my mind wasn’t on eye candies tonight.
I went to the park and sat down on a bench. The air was getting cool but still comfortable. I thought about work. I took out my camera and felt sad that I haven’t played with it for some time. I debated going to a coffee shop to read. But I already have insomnia and even the smell of coffee will keep me up. I looked at a group of women exercising in the park. Maybe I should join them and get in shape. The evening air started to get a bit colder. Should I pick up some food, drop in for a quick bite or should I cook? I past a few restaurants. I didn’t feel like spending any money tonight. I decided to go home instead.
On my way, I past by the mailbox again. The letter I dropped off was for the renewal of my dad’s lawn care service. He got very worked up on the weekend about the dandelions and the length of the grass. There was some dandelions but it wasn’t the end of the world. When I got home on Sunday, I found the renewal form from the lawncare people in my dad’s pile of letters that I keep for him. I called them on Monday and left a message. They called back and said they are already booked for the summer but will squeeze my dad in because he is a previous customer. I called my dad to let him know. He sounded pleased. The next day my sister emailed me. Dad is very agitated about the lawn. My dad kept trying to phone me but I was in meetings. I called him back. “The dandelions have now covered the front lawn. Can they send someone over now to pluck them out?” I called the lawn service back again. No they don’t pick out dandelions. But I added the service for fertilizing and weed control. I called my dad back today. He sounded stressed out. “When will they show up? The grass is very long!” I told him they are trying to squeeze him in as they are booked up for the summer already. “What do you mean squeeze me in? When will they do that?” I told him not to worry but they will show up. He grumbled and muttered something.
So this is my dad’s world. Instead of worrying about his health, his swollen feet or his hygiene, he worries about the front lawn. Deep sigh. I went back to my condo, cooked some scrambled eggs for dinner and went back to work. Maybe I’ll feel useful.
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