Hades is my hero
Most of the movies a person watches in their lifetime has a hero and a villain. Some of the best villains are the ones with the best personalities. Darth Vader was a great villain. Joker ( Jack Nicholson) was outstanding. Even The Kurgan ( Clancy Brown- Highlander) was fun to watch.
My favorite- head, shoulders, and flaming hair above the rest, was Hades from the Disney movie Hercules. He always reminds me of a volcano ready to blow, but under control because it is a better way of doing business. Push him too far though, and his servants wind up as little piles of ash with only their eyeballs left.
I keep a copy of Hercules here in my office for days like today.
I got to the office this morning at my usual time. My father, ever the early riser is always here ahead of me. Not today.
I came in, and started taking calls immediately from people that were looking for him.
One of the guys who works in the shop told me that Dad fell last night.
My father is 70, has bad knees, a heart conditition, is diabetic, is on blood thinner, and is too damned old to be falling down.
He fell last night at 5:30, and I didn't hear about it until 7:45 this morning, first from Andrew, and then from my mother when I called to get the details.
Dad fell while walking through his yard, tripping over one of those brackets that hold garden hoses. He fell into the garden that my mother has lined with river stones.
His arm is bruised to the shoulder, his hand is swollen to twice its normal size, he is having trouble breathing ( cracked ribs I think), his glasses are bent and his nose is gashed. He refuses to go to the hospital or the doctor to at least be looked over, and I can't make him go.
Now- there is a reason why all of this happened.
My parents own the property next door to their house, as a rental property.
Dad had sent two of our workers over to build a chain link fence on the property, setting
the posts in concrete.
When he got home after work, the employees had long since finished their day and gone home, he discovered concrete was left to dry in the grass, instead of cleaned up
He found that the concrete had not been trowelled properly, and also found that the concrete had been splashed on the poles and not wiped off.
Naturally he was pissed. Since concrete gets harder the longer you let it sit, he was rushing to get tools and water to clean up this mess. This is when he tripped.
This morning, when he confronted the two geniuses in question, the one I call Problem Child had the perfect response. He said" well don't blame us, you fell in your own yard."
My favorite- head, shoulders, and flaming hair above the rest, was Hades from the Disney movie Hercules. He always reminds me of a volcano ready to blow, but under control because it is a better way of doing business. Push him too far though, and his servants wind up as little piles of ash with only their eyeballs left.
I keep a copy of Hercules here in my office for days like today.
I got to the office this morning at my usual time. My father, ever the early riser is always here ahead of me. Not today.
I came in, and started taking calls immediately from people that were looking for him.
One of the guys who works in the shop told me that Dad fell last night.
My father is 70, has bad knees, a heart conditition, is diabetic, is on blood thinner, and is too damned old to be falling down.
He fell last night at 5:30, and I didn't hear about it until 7:45 this morning, first from Andrew, and then from my mother when I called to get the details.
Dad fell while walking through his yard, tripping over one of those brackets that hold garden hoses. He fell into the garden that my mother has lined with river stones.
His arm is bruised to the shoulder, his hand is swollen to twice its normal size, he is having trouble breathing ( cracked ribs I think), his glasses are bent and his nose is gashed. He refuses to go to the hospital or the doctor to at least be looked over, and I can't make him go.
Now- there is a reason why all of this happened.
My parents own the property next door to their house, as a rental property.
Dad had sent two of our workers over to build a chain link fence on the property, setting
the posts in concrete.
When he got home after work, the employees had long since finished their day and gone home, he discovered concrete was left to dry in the grass, instead of cleaned up
He found that the concrete had not been trowelled properly, and also found that the concrete had been splashed on the poles and not wiped off.
Naturally he was pissed. Since concrete gets harder the longer you let it sit, he was rushing to get tools and water to clean up this mess. This is when he tripped.
This morning, when he confronted the two geniuses in question, the one I call Problem Child had the perfect response. He said" well don't blame us, you fell in your own yard."
posted by Troubador @ 11:45 AM
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