Every time I see my dad when I get home from work I ask him how his day went. His answer is usually something along the lines of, “it was another boring day” or “I’m still alive.” The same old, same old.
Most days he spends his days reading a book, the internet, watching TV, or sleeping. Sometimes he goes fishing in the morning. He said that he wants to do something new, but isn’t quite sure what. His English skills aren’t that great and add to that poor hearing… Well, I think you get my drift.
I suggested a few things to him. My first one, I jokingly told him he should take up what I always suggest to my mom: ikebana. Um…. I don’t think he will. Maybe even write a novel? He isn’t very good at composition (like me), and he doesn’t want to write something that no one will read. Oil painting is a pain (I agree). I don’t think he sees the beauty of watercolor painting (sad). He is, however, interested in acrylic painting and sculpture modeling. There are classes at El Camino that he can take, but alas, we come back to the English as a second language problem that he has. :\
Oh, well.