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Sue Unit's dad, rest his soul, lasted a couple of years after Mum (Unit's mon) passed away. It was hard to watch his demise, being the self-taught genuis he was. He could fix anything, and knew at least a little bit about everything, to a point.
I'm just glad he liked me from the first meeting, because if he didn't like you, he was vocal about it. REAL vocal. Bigoted at times, really strong opinions and you knew what he thought and by golly that's how it was. I was most fortunate to know him for the years that I did, blessed, in fact.
But after Mum passed he was just sort of lingering so he could be with the grandkids, the only reason. He always said of Mum's passing before it actually happened, "When she goes, I go." He said he'd just not go to dialysis any more and it would be over in a week or so. We talked him out of that and he hung on as long as a human can to the natural end.
During his decline, his mind and his body both went down together. Seeing his mind go was the hardest thing. He called our house in SC from Pittsburgh one evening and said, "We've got a real mess up here." That's not something you'd ever hear come out of him, a cry of distress. His inflection, the way he said it, I knew something was definitely wrong. I'm thinking fire, flood, something awful. I said, WHAT? What what what?"
Pap said, "We've got some bad corn. How long are you supposed to cook corn? Been cooking it for 30 minutes and it's still not tender. This HAS to be some bad corn."
That's what he was so upset about, and he was serious. This was a mess. A real mess, in his mind at the time. Enough to call South Carolina for help.
We've laughed about that ever since. I just knew that would be a song, "Bad Corn," But I could just never populate it. I was stuck on the theme song from COPS, "Bad corn, whatcha gonna do? Bad corn."
So, to tie all of this together, Sue Unit and I decided to have some corn today. It's way late in the season. All they had at the store was some pre-packaged ears, Evidence 1 below:
As shown, they have one ear exposed, suggesting that all three are like that.
Enter Evidence 2:
The ear on the left was on display and the one on the right was the one beneath it in the package. The one on the right looks like the buck-toothed inbred cousin of somebody you never wanted to meet to start with.
Marketing. Not false advertising, but clever bait and switch.
Bad corn. I've been hearing that song for two hours. Bad corn. This post is for you Pap. Up there somewhere.
I'm just glad he liked me from the first meeting, because if he didn't like you, he was vocal about it. REAL vocal. Bigoted at times, really strong opinions and you knew what he thought and by golly that's how it was. I was most fortunate to know him for the years that I did, blessed, in fact.
But after Mum passed he was just sort of lingering so he could be with the grandkids, the only reason. He always said of Mum's passing before it actually happened, "When she goes, I go." He said he'd just not go to dialysis any more and it would be over in a week or so. We talked him out of that and he hung on as long as a human can to the natural end.
During his decline, his mind and his body both went down together. Seeing his mind go was the hardest thing. He called our house in SC from Pittsburgh one evening and said, "We've got a real mess up here." That's not something you'd ever hear come out of him, a cry of distress. His inflection, the way he said it, I knew something was definitely wrong. I'm thinking fire, flood, something awful. I said, WHAT? What what what?"
Pap said, "We've got some bad corn. How long are you supposed to cook corn? Been cooking it for 30 minutes and it's still not tender. This HAS to be some bad corn."
That's what he was so upset about, and he was serious. This was a mess. A real mess, in his mind at the time. Enough to call South Carolina for help.
We've laughed about that ever since. I just knew that would be a song, "Bad Corn," But I could just never populate it. I was stuck on the theme song from COPS, "Bad corn, whatcha gonna do? Bad corn."
So, to tie all of this together, Sue Unit and I decided to have some corn today. It's way late in the season. All they had at the store was some pre-packaged ears, Evidence 1 below:
As shown, they have one ear exposed, suggesting that all three are like that.
Enter Evidence 2:
The ear on the left was on display and the one on the right was the one beneath it in the package. The one on the right looks like the buck-toothed inbred cousin of somebody you never wanted to meet to start with.
Marketing. Not false advertising, but clever bait and switch.
Bad corn. I've been hearing that song for two hours. Bad corn. This post is for you Pap. Up there somewhere.
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