My Favorite Accomplishment of May (aka When One Can Be Proud of Flatulence)

June 28, 2012 at 11:20 pm Leave a comment

May 2012 was a busy month for me and not short on accomplishments. I got lots of bonding time in with my son. I produced 6.15 gallons of milk. I had a photograph printed on the cover of The Journal of The American Chestnut Foundation. I got a short story accepted for publication at Luna Station Quarterly. On the work front, I had bug fixes, 6 AM support calls and pesky PDF conversions to troubleshoot. I added SFTP support to a service. New test regiments ushered in new features and new reports for the food labs. I worked on not one, but two, separate migration projects. I helped secure four new projects for the following month.

But when I look back on May, one accomplishment manages to stand above the rest.

My father has been ill this year and has had more than his fair share of doctor and hospital visits. In healthier days, he was an animated story teller and he possessed one of the most infectious and booming laughs. He has cracked me up more than all the famous, high-paid actors combined. He’s nearly asphyxiated me with laughter!

But these days he is tired. These days he is grumpy.

So when I see him, I try very hard to engage him. My efforts are often a stream of consciousness– me rattling off anything and everything that comes to mind that may be of interest. Dad is following the NFL playoffs? Oh, maybe he wants to see the Tim Tebow SNL video! Dad loved the movie Borat– I’ll tell him about Sasha Baron Cohen’s antics at the Oscars! In 1999, Dad discovered it is amazingly painful to watch “American Pie” when you are recovering from a broken rib. Ooooh! Maybe he wants to hear news about “American Reunion“!


Dad Laughing in 1994

I’ve had substantially more misses than hits.

One day in April, I was on a conference call and my boss mentioned the amazing shot Bubba Watson made to win the Masters.

A little light went off in my head. My Dad’s computer was live streaming golf scores!!! Dad asked me once to go check a golf score for him! This would be a talking point!

My boss coached me with what to say.

Bubba Watson, Bubba Watson, Bubba Watson” I repeated to myself.

The next day, I ran into my father in the kitchen.

“Dad!” I shouted and excitedly delivered my line, “How about that Bubba Watson?!? What an amazing shot out of the woods!”

I was rather pleased with myself for remembering the details, but my pride was short-lived.

“That was last week!” Dad scoffed and walked away.

Just a few weeks later, Dad had a particularly rough night.  He spent the whole night vomiting. The whole night. Ryan, Sagan and I stay above my parent’s bathroom so we got to hear each and every heart-wrenching trip. Dad sounded absolutely miserable and you are just overwhelmed with helplessness when you hear a loved one like that.

The next afternoon after work, I stopped by my parent’s bedroom to see how Dad was doing. He was huddled under the covers looking pale.

“How are you feeling Dad? Are you still vomiting?” I asked.

“No, today is ‘Pass Gas Day’.” He said and then with conviction he declared, “It’s WORSE!”

Personally, I would be hard pressed to ever classify “passing gas” as worse than “vomiting”.  Nonetheless, a little light went off on my head. I had a story!

“The other day Ryan and I had brussels sprouts and garlic for dinner and…well… it caused a lot of gas. Anyway, Ryan went to bed and I stayed up. So at one point I…passed gas. All of a sudden Ryan WOKE UP!  ‘Mmmrpf– did you say something?’  I just shook my head no.”

Something amazing happened. After being up all night sick and despite all the fatigue and pain and everything he must have on his mind, my father smiled and let out a little chuckle.

Sure, it is a small victory, but that small victory made “flatulence” my favorite accomplishment in May. : )

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Happy 2nd Birthday, American Chestnuts! Sagan Compare – Grandma and Aunt Carolyn

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