My dad has a blog

P.S. My dad said he was inspired to blog after reading our blog. I thought I would share the link with any of you who are fans of my dad or want to become one of his fans. My dad should seriously have a fan club. He is one of the funniest, coolest people I know. He even let Ryan take pictures of his scars, which is so awesome. A total warrior. He also helped my sister and Ryan unearth my grandfather's old photography equipment from the back corner of the garage. If you have ever seen my parents' garage, you will understand what a feat this was. And now that hulking equipment has been set up in my bathroom, where Ryan is enlarging and printing photographs from the Holga. I can't wait for him to share them with you, but you're probably going to have to wait a few weeks for that, since he's still perfecting his technique (and developing about 40-kazillion rolls of film).

But back to the blog thing. I feel like we are experiencing the year 1999 all over again. Is this what happens when tech-slow people catch up on old trends? I've had blogs off and on for years but haven't kept a public one in ages. This is kind of fun. I wonder how long it will last.

Here's what my favorite 59-year-old father has to say about my cat:

Each time I peeked out on the back porch, Charlie was wearing her best demented "wild cat" visage. She would peer out from under a chair, the table, or the gas grill with a wide-eyed, crazed feline look.

This morning when I went out to make amends, Charlie went into "berserk cat" mode. After ascertaining that I was not going to allow her into the house, she went streaking around the back porch, banking off the walls and screens. She did this repeatedly. Finally, I could only find her wild-eyed face peering out from under the gas grill cover. I felt guilty all day long.

Oh boy. Poor guy. He's been guilted by the fluff monster. Next thing you know, she'll have convinced him to feed her tuna straight from the can. Good thing she's coming home this weekend.