26 April 2012
Surrounded By Madness
Phoned my dad last night after work. "I'd like to talk son but I'm watching American Idol with Ducky. She's giving me the old stink eye right now."
I could hear Ducky in the background. "Tell him to phone back on Friday. American Idol is not on Friday."
We said our talk to you laters. He sounded good. You can tell a lot about how someone is doing by the way they sound. Like when my foreman tells me, "You do not sound sick," after I have phoned in to not tell him I have had a solid weekend playing the horses.
My dad would like me to hook up a camera to my computer. Then we could see each other when we talk. I told him, "You get some naked dancing girls in the room with you when we talk and I'll think about it." Do not need to see his old mug. Saw it for years at home and besides I have read "1984" far too often to have a fondness for having a camera on me when I am in front of my computer.
Sonja watches American Idol too. I am surrounded by madness.