A Father's Day Favorite Destination - His Home
Home is Where the Heart Is
My father's favorite destination is his home. He has minimal interest in going any place if he doesn't have to. The best time of the day for him when he worked was the trip home. He would walk into the house with a big smile no matter how bad (or good) his day was.
My father loved to tinker around the house, read the paper, snack and watch TV. He loved trying to fix old TV's and radios. He'd do minor repairs to the house and tending to the garden and lawn.
Should Dad be the One Who Decides How We Celebrate Father's Day - Is it only his day?
Father's Day is when we celebrate our father (or grandfather or any other man who has been important in our lives). If he doesn't want to do anything special, do we respect his wishes or encourage him to do something special with those who love him?
Who decides what to do on Father's Day?
The best place to relax
At the end of the day and often on the weekend you could find my father lying on the couch in the den. He'd read the paper or watch TV. His favorite programs on the TV were sports, especially baseball, football, basketball, and boxing.
My father loved having someone watch TV with him. He would invite you to sit down and talk about the plays, players, teams, special events, and those special moments in sports. If he wasn't going to miss a game, he would tape it. My parent's house has hundreds of tapes of old sporting events.
The Perfect Destination Accessory - The one missing item
My father had a remote control for the Cable Box, TV, and DVD/VCR player. So one single remote control would make this destination trip perfect.. Of course I will be the one programming it, so it has to be intuitive enough for me to program since I hate reading instructions.
Thie remtoe control is pretty easy to program, cheap, reliable, user friendly, and is big enough to find even when it gets lost in the couch, It handles all the devices that my father has and will make him very happy.
His favorite spot
This is my father's favorite eating spot. When I was growing up, my father preferred to eat at home than to go out to a restaurant. His eating habits were pretty consistent. There was cereal and banana for breakfast. and a sandwich for lunch. He was a meat and potatoes guy, so that's what we had every night, followed by tea and a piece of cake.
But while he was hanging out in the den, he would love to go into the kitchen, rummage through the refrigerator, and create some new concoction. These super snacks included ice cream, syrups, whipped cream and the all important cherry. He would breing it into the den along with a few spoons for those who happened to come into the den and eat it with a huge smile on his face.
I wouldn't call my father a couch potato, but that was his favorite destination.