My dad was always busy, would be busy tinkering with something in the garage and then doting on the orange trees out back. His look on his face spoke volumes, it said, don’t mess with me I am busy. He would come into the kitchen and sit at the table with his “work” and still looking and tinkering intently to finish fixing whatever was wrong with it so he could use it whereever it belonged.
One occasion, his granddaughter sat down on the chair across from him and curious as she was, started to touch the work in progress. My dad had a very effective way of saying no!…He’d say. don’t dink with that! And he’d use his very strong index finger , and I’m sure he thought he was lightly tapping on the back of her hand but he wasn’t. Now some might think that was a tad strong, that he shouldn’t have done that. He should have talked to her and politely told her no. What planet are those thoughts from? My dad was from a generation of cut the apple switch off the tree so I can spank you with it. If there is any question, I’m still fine, my posterior is minus any apple marks, and I have no other permament scars as well, so you see the spanking didn’t kill or maime me, it did set a presadence that I never did said problem ever again. So don’t dink with that with an index finger was gentle compared to the apple tree.
Years later after his passing we laugh about how funny it sounded for him to say that and imitate his intense index finger smack. There is a lesson here, don’t dink with that and that too was in the life of bustersgrandaughter.
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