It's the last night before I go back to school again. I so wish that I could spend just the last two days of August doing what I want, but that's not going to happen unfortunately.
I said earlier on that I alternate every week between Mom and Dad's places, but I decided to spend just one more week with Dad. Simply because there's more to do at his place than in the city. Mom was pretty iffy about that when I phoned her but we ultimately made a deal that I spend the next week and after at her place to even it out.
Honestly, nothing really major happened during that time. Hence several blank pages in my diary. Okay, maybe there was that incident where I caught what I thought was a fish for lunch in the nearby lake, only for it to be some...weird...dragon-like thingy. Hard to tell what it was really, but it chased us around for quite a bit before Dad shot it down with his gun leg and we proceeded to have it for dinner that night. Oh, maybe there was the day in which Dad went for a ride in his dune buggy, only for it to get stuck in the middle of the lake somehow and it taking hours to get it out. But all of that's pretty normal stuff when I'm at Dad's. If I ever have just a "regular" day at his place, clearly there's been a glitch in the matrix.
I will say though that Dad seemed a little more somber than usual for the past three days. We were doing all sorts of fun things together, like going to the nearby shooting range (I finally beat him that time! XD) and watching Homeward Bound together (he always cries whenever the Shadow scene happens at the end). But I noticed that he didn't seem to be talking much while we were at it, and I don't think it was to do with me finally being a better sharpshooter than him.
I finally brought it up last night when we were having a barbecue together. Squirrel burgers. Dad's favorite. We were sitting outside having them together. Normally, Dad tends to scoff them down. But this time he was a lot slower. Every now and then, he'd just pause and look at nothing in particular.
"Dad, are you okay?"
"Mm?"
"You just seem to be...well, more quiet than usual. Is something wrong?"
"No no, I'm fine. It's just..."
He paused and seemed to zone out for a few seconds before sighing. "It's just, if only I could have done stuff like this with my own dad..."
If you're wondering about Dad's own dad...well, he left him when he was just a kid, and I've never been told anything about who he is or what he looks like. All I know is that Dad's had a major grudge against him as a result. Since them, he's been obsessed with finding him and giving him a piece of his mind. Apparently, Marshall was supposed to be helping him track him down (yeah, look how well that worked out), but nothing's been found so far.
I've been doing a bit of research myself today by binge-watching ALL of Dad's videos. I just thought I would be helpful. It was quite exhausting having to watch them throughout the whole day, but I have a couple of ideas so far on who my missing granddad might be.
The first is that Colonel Sarge from when Dad and Wiz were doing the "Meta vs. Carolina" fight for Red vs. Blue. Sarge was there too and he was acting so strange when Dad brought up his childhood. I mean, he pretty much ran off straight afterwards. That said, they did seem to like the fact that they both used shotguns. Plus, they kind of have the same voice - pretty gravelly and southern. Oh, and let's not forget how they treat that Dexter Grif guy - poor sap. X)
I brought this suggestion up to Dad, but he just laughed and said "I wish!". He doesn't believe me on that point at all. In fact, he was going on and on about how Sarge would actually make a great father because he's a good mechanic and knows how to discipline his army. Um, sure. I'm seen how he interacts with Simmons and Grif before. I wouldn't necessarily call that good father material.
The second is that Deadpool guy who keeps popping up from time to time and really drives my dad up the wall. There's something that's always confused me about that though. They're both pretty similar in that they're both loud and boisterous and love to joke around, which would make me think they would actually get along. But then again, I've seen Dad interact with Marshall, so maybe being similar doesn't work for friendships after all.
That said, Dad has behaved rather weird in some of the videos focused on him. I mean, there was that time he tried to summon Deadpool his second preview and got really pissy when he didn't show up. Plus, there was that time when Deadpool was going on about Smokey and McGruff and Dad actually found it funny. What's up with him anyway? Either he just doesn't want to admit he actually likes him or there's some deeper connection going on. I'm not to tell Dad about any of this though - he'll just go nuts if I suggest it.
I really like Deadpool myself. I appreciate his style of humor and I'd love to have the same powers as him. Regenerating lost organs and limbs AND having the power to warp reality by seeing everything as a work of fiction? Sign me on! Sure, there's the possibility that I could go crazy as a result, but that's just the price to pay if I want to have the best superpowers in the world.
In fact, if I'm being honest, I actually have a bit of a crush on him. I'm not going to let Dad know that either though. God forbid he finds out about it.
Of course, it would be so weird if it turned out to be either of these guys. Besides, they're fictional characters from other universes, right? If not, I'm seriously going to start re-evaluating my life as a whole. Especially if it's Deadpool. That would be really gross if I was crushing on my granddad all along.
Anyway, I'm saving these notes here so I have something to go back to in case further information pops up. For now, I'm just going to finish off that summer school project I was supposed to be doing for school. Or rather, get started on it. I kinda forgot I had to do schoolwork during vacation time (for whatever dumb reason). Eh, I'm sure that three hours should be enough time to get it done in. And the next morning as well, just before getting back through those school gates. I mean, I can only dream, right?
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