2013-02-15 / Columnists

Slice Of Life

by Beth Hanning

Since the storm many of my friends, including myself have spent time living with our parents or inlaws. I have stayed with both. I am currently living with my father. Now before I begin, I want to say that I appreciate all of the generous people who have let us stay with them. My father has been amazing and even though I am going to poke a little fun I just want him to know we appreciate his hospitality. Especially since after my sister moved to Texas, I have become daughter Number 1. A title I have not held since Christine Mary came home from the hospital on Christmas Day, 1982.

Now it is very hard to return to your childhood home after twenty years. And I returned with a husband, two children and a Yorkshire Terrier, Rocky. My two children are not trained in the John Lydon school of life. Ever since I was a child my father has had an obsession in not paying LIPA too much money. As children he would follow us from room to room to make sure the lights were all off when we left a room. His bill for a three bedroom house is probably smaller than some people with a one bedroom apartment. I returned home the other night and he was watching television in complete darkness. When I asked him why he did not have any lights on he replied, “I’m watching TV, why do I need the lights on?” I guess he is right. This past Friday in the afternoon I asked him if I could turn on the living room lights and he asked me what for? I explained that I wanted to go on the laptop. He replied, “Doesn’t the computer have a light?” So it has been interesting seeing my children repeatedly get asked, “Who was the last one in the bathroom, and why is the light on?”

There are perks to living with dad. Dinner is on the table every day at five. On Saturdays he cooks a great breakfast keeping in mind what ingredients I enjoy in my omelets. My Yorkie Rocky is getting way more attention from Grandad than my girls ever gave to him.

I am sure we are not easy to live with also. I actually know that we are not! My father thought he was passed the point where he would have to live with two teenagers. When I was a teen it was “Lower your stereo.” Now he is angry because when he calls upstairs for the girls they never hear him because they are listening to music with their “Beats” on. In the beginning of this process my dad said we could stay as long as we needed to. Now he is very curious about the progress on our house each day.

He said if I write a column about him he is going to write one about me. I hope not!

**On a different topic I would like to wish my Uncle Jimmy Walsh good luck in his retirement from the US Postal Service. I am sure the people from your route are going to miss you.**

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