My dad was a no nonsense man. He lived by rules, lists, and time. He was never ever late for anything.
He struggled with color coordination. I think he must have been partially color blind. All oranges, reds, and maroons looked the same to him.
I would cringe every time I saw them clashing in his wardrobe choices. Over time I learned to enjoy this quirk of his. Now the memory makes me smile.
He did have a hidden creative side. He loved lights. He would place spotlights under our wicker furniture to create light designs on our walls. He made a white ceramic cut out ginger jar lamp long ago. I remember it lighting up our monkey pod wood bar.
This lamp is now mine. Every now and then I’ll turn out all the lights in our living room, and switch on this white ginger jar lamp. The cut out design has an Asian flower branch motif. I will sit and enjoy the beautiful light patterns that are created on the walls.
Thanks dad.
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