Bart Bear's Blog

Friday was Dad's birthday. He is getting pretty old now, he's 66, and actually he's not pretty at all. Mum and I wanted to get him some more Scrumpy Jack for his birthday but Australia is completely out of it at present. So we got him something special instead. Watching Dad undoing presents is really frustrating because he tries to get all of the sticky tape off without damaging the wrapping paper. Most of us just rip the paper off. I tried to help using a big letter opener I found in Mum's stationery drawer. Actually, it is just the right size for a small bear broadsword so I will take it with me the next time I go hunting Blackbear the Terrible's treasure. Anyhow, the present eventually got unwrapped and there was a great little weather station. Now Dad has to figure out how to set it up and get it operating. That may take some time; for an astronomer Dad is surprisingly techno-deficient. Fortunately he has small bear help on hand. We took him out to dinner on Saturday with Big Bro Trent and our special friends Enid, Barry and Ian. To a steakhouse of course. You will know that Dad is a dangerous carnivore if you have been reading my blog for long. Our friends gave Dad another bear. His jumper (the bear's, not Dad's) is labelled "Friends Forever" so we call him Friendzy (or Frenzy when he's hyped up). For a small guy he climbs pretty well. We found this big rack thing with hundreds of bottles in it and were almost up out of reach of the Oldies when we were caught and dragged back down. It seems the owner doesn't like bears in his wine rack. Anyhow, the old guy is another year older and marginally less in debt so that's another year out of the way for him. I'm aging at the same rate as him but don't think I will ever catch up.

Labels: climbing, family