This is a little off topic from what I usually write about here, but it's only taken me two-plus weeks of living in my new home to realize the inevitable. That is, I am my father. Actually, it's only true that I'm much more like my father than I even realized. There are still a few distinct differences, but I expect these will be erased over time.
What makes me say that I am my father? First of all, let me admit that I began noticing these tendencies many years ago, but several new factors have really driven this point home. I'll get to those in a moment. First let me share a few of the responses I got, from those who know my father best, when I made the following declaration on Facebook:
Only two weeks into living in and owning my first house, and already it's obvious how much I am my father.
- "You fell asleep in the comfy chair watching TV and snored so loudly the next-door neighbors could hear it?"
- "Oh how scary!! Are you fixing everything with duct tape? Just wait 'til it's time to put up the Christmas lights."
- "Have you mastered the deep throat grumble grandpa always does?"
- Religiously checking that the thermostat has been lowered to the proper temperature, and the bolts on the doors have been locked, before going to bed.
(Actually, I don't have to turn down the main thermostat before going to bed, because it's programmable, but programming it was one of the first things I did after moving in.)
- I explained to KJ how a leaf could cause the garage door sensor to activate, resulting in the door reversing direction.
- I offered to back the car out of the garage because only I could possibly understand the precision with which I parked the car in the first place.
While I haven't completely become my dad just yet, these are among the future behaviors of mine that KJ has to look forward to:
- Walking around the house turning off the lights in rooms that are not in use, asking the question, "Are you done in here?" in the process.
- Preaching against leaving the water running while lathering up the soap on one's hands.
- Rolling up towels against door crevices that could be letting just the slightest bit of cold air in.
- While reading the newspaper and magazines, underlining certain parts for emphasis and writing notes to no one in particular in the margins.