Jem, Scout, Dill and My Father

My father will not sleep. He will not stop drinking coffee all day long either. I’m starting to take up the habit as well. I’ve realized now that a few nights of waking up to a sleep walker in your house is exhausting. I have also realized that at 1:30 a.m. when a flashlight hits my face, that I’m surprisingly not startled or freaked out.

So that all being said, we have to stay awake during the day somehow. Since I’m now not working and staying home with my father, I find keeping house to be very soothing. I also find that locating my father when he goes on a walk, interesting. Yesterday I decided to go with him. I’m glad I did. I’ve lived on my street in a tiny village for a year now. I do not pay much attention to anything or anyone, but my father does.

Now dad’s conclusions of what people are up to are usually completely off the wall. One time he pointed out this guy driving by his house. He said, “See that guy there? I am pretty sure he works at the school because he turns right and I’m pretty sure he comes home on lunch to smoke pot.” Okay.

Yesterday my father asked me if I’ve ever paid attention to the house two doors to my South. Nope, never. I’m clueless. Now that he mentions it though, I’ve never noticed anything about it except the Landrover in the yard that never moves.

He told me that he’s not seen one person at all. Not one. Except at night when he goes out to smoke and stroll down the road, he sees lights coming from the house. Someone lives there and today he got a glimpse of him out in the back. It’s a man who stands taller than my 6’2″ father. My dad reckons he’s got mental issues. I didn’t ask, so I don’t know what that even meant. All I do know is that I was wrapped up in the thought of Boo Radley living right there. Two doors down from me I apparently have the makings of my all time favorite book. I found myself imagining Scout running out my front door with a screen door slam to find Jem and Dill to boss.

My father interrupted the hazy stillness of my daydream. “You think that Landrover is for sale? Man, I wish I didn’t know that was there.”

6 thoughts on “Jem, Scout, Dill and My Father

  1. Oh Chan. Reading these make me cry and smile at the same time. You are absolutely remarkable in the care you are giving your dad!! Love, hugs, and hopefully some sleep for you soon!!

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