My father the princess





My dad grew up in a moderately affluent home. Growing up in a highly political and socially concious family, he became a bit accustomed to having things a certain way. He might have had a maid or something- I wouldn't be suprised. Somehow he got used to being catered to. This leads to many amusing(and sometimes unfortunate) moments.





Amusing and unfortunate:


Scene- there is only one ding-dong left in a box of however many ding-dongs are usually in a box. Stephanie hasn't had any at all, while the rest of the family has had at least(and likely more than) one. In a moment of stupidity she goes upstairs to ask my dad if he's had one already(they were the dessert).





Steph: Dad, did you already get a ding-dong?


Dad: No, I'd like one though. And some tea, too, please.


Steph:......okay....





She left the ding-dong with him, but I think he eventually made his own tea.





Right now I get to organize and put away his science fiction collection. Novels go Alphabetically by author. Analogs go in reverse chronological order.


He has somewhere around a thousand novels and Analogs are at least (nearly always more than) 12 to a year starting from 1962. Joy.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

. ( 8.8.04 ) .