Sometimes I think I’m going to go home and find my dad puttering around the house, ready to do something that will drive me nuts. We’re going to have houseguests soon and while they’re relatives who’ll put up with the nonsense of the house, we do have to clear out a path to my dad’s bed so someone can sleep in there. We find all sorts of junk in there, like hundreds of wheat pennies and another Hello, Kitty clock. He collected all sorts of metal candy tins that went into the metal recycling. Today we even found a picture he cut out of a Qwest ad.

The ad is fairly recent, since the backside is advertising DirectTV and broadband DSL from Qwest. I thought he was just watching TV and eating but his old packrat/artsy-craftsy nature was still with him until the end.

Oh, and I still suck at golf.