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Reason I love Gordon Hagen #453
Jun. 8th, 2005 02:10 pmI don't know how many of you know Gordon Hagen, my stepfather and sorta-husband to my Mother, but those who do know one of the immutable laws of the universe- he rules.
My mother recently had a horrible, crippling flu-thing that kept her from eating anything major for about two and a half weeks. In that time, she's lost 36 pounds. She's been trying to lose weight for years, and Gordon has been trying in his own way to support her (for example, "Hey! Stop watching TV!" *jabs her in the ribs*). She's very proud and has been doing exercise classes, although with the stress and tiredness from her job she hasn't been to the last couple.
Anyway, try to imagine this, if you will. Yesterday, Gordon brings something down to our house and puts it on the front porch. What is it, you ask? Somewhere, in his piles of random stuff, he found four blue donut-shaped 9 pound weights, and ran them through with one of canes (of which he has at least three dozen, because hey, you never know). So we see this bizarre sort of modern art on our porch, a cane with four heavy blue lifesavers, and he tells her, "That's how much weight you lost."
It's such a marvelously Gordon gesture, to have put this together as a reminder and encouragement to her and to me also. Sure, he's maddening a lot of the time. He's painfully midwestern, a perfect example of Norwegian Bachelor Farmer if I've ever known one, is rare to give compliments (his highest praise is, "Hmm, not bad") and has a way of, like Dave, leaving little disasters in his wake, but I love this man.
My mother recently had a horrible, crippling flu-thing that kept her from eating anything major for about two and a half weeks. In that time, she's lost 36 pounds. She's been trying to lose weight for years, and Gordon has been trying in his own way to support her (for example, "Hey! Stop watching TV!" *jabs her in the ribs*). She's very proud and has been doing exercise classes, although with the stress and tiredness from her job she hasn't been to the last couple.
Anyway, try to imagine this, if you will. Yesterday, Gordon brings something down to our house and puts it on the front porch. What is it, you ask? Somewhere, in his piles of random stuff, he found four blue donut-shaped 9 pound weights, and ran them through with one of canes (of which he has at least three dozen, because hey, you never know). So we see this bizarre sort of modern art on our porch, a cane with four heavy blue lifesavers, and he tells her, "That's how much weight you lost."
It's such a marvelously Gordon gesture, to have put this together as a reminder and encouragement to her and to me also. Sure, he's maddening a lot of the time. He's painfully midwestern, a perfect example of Norwegian Bachelor Farmer if I've ever known one, is rare to give compliments (his highest praise is, "Hmm, not bad") and has a way of, like Dave, leaving little disasters in his wake, but I love this man.
