Friday afternoon my brother and I saw a movie. Saturday my dad worked until 10 am and then wanted to change is oil, and afterwards we were going to go get him fitted for his tuxedo.
Lets just say, what was suppose to take 20 minutes ended up taking 2 hours.
^^ the oil filter was on SO tight that no tool would work to get it off. My dad ended up having to go back to work to get some chain tool and then hit it with a hammer for leverage. We first searched my grandpa's garage, but it was hard to find things due to all the stuff and hundreds of tools.
^^ grandpa's garage
Now this doesn't sound all that terrible except literally he could not get it off for over an hour. And was getting quite frustrated. As was I, since i had tried to doll myself up that morning and was now drenched in sweat and had frizzy hair due to the heat and humidity.
Filter FINALLY comes off, put the new one on, and put in the oil. I was locking up the house and as i was walking back toward my dad as he was backing the car off the ramps. . .. . i see all the oil spewing out of the bottom of the Jeep. So i start running and yelling, thinking he forgot to put the cap back on. But low and behold the idiots at Napa gave him the wrong size oil filter.
We lost all the oil. So up to Napa we ran, had to buy a new filter and more oil. Anyways long story short, we both were losing our patience.
I just felt bad for my dad since he has had 3 surgeries with in the last 6 months. He wears an abdomen binder still due to his hernia surgeries, and when he was trying to get the filter off i was so nervous he was gonna hurt himself. And on top of that he had his ankle joint fused together . . which i guess walking with a limp is better than being unable to walk. But while he was under the car I was saying prayers that it wouldn't fall down or start rolling, since my dad is not as agile as he once was
I sometimes wish he wasn't so stubborn and would just start letting a car place change his oil. But he still loves to be hands on and doesn't ask for help. I guess I admire that about him, but as a nurse and his daughter i hate seeing him in pain, frustrated, and limping.Despite the oil change set back, we had an awesome day at the mall, chatted over drinks at Buffalo Wild Wings and had a relaxing night of television watching. Oh, and nibbling on my moms homemade banana bread.
Nothing like a Saturday in Minnesota.
It feels good to be home.
Hahaha aww what a story! He sounds like such a character! It'd be cool to have a handy man for a dad around, I've always just gone to a car place, that's not special. Your grandpa's garage is like a tool heaven! Loved this :)
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