When I wrote about my dad, my sister and I going to our first NASCAR race earlier this month (first three posts), I purposefully left out one part of the story.
In the beginning, God created blah blah blah, but the most important thing he created next to man (and woman, of course) was this bean:
Without it, there would be no Juan Valdez and, more germane to this post than Juan, there would be no craving for its rejuvenating properties, especially in the morning…
…all of which brings us to my father.
On the morning of the day that we went to Watkins glen, my father was, as my sister puts it, “a bear,” and by that, she doesn’t mean a cute cuddly teddy bear. Quite the opposite. Without infusion of the liquid that is produced from the aforementioned bean, my father turns into this:
Only in my father’s case, he isn’t leisurely on the plain. He’s standing up on two feet and baring his teeth. However, when I mentioned to him that maybe we should stop for coffee, he denied his addiction:
It’s not the coffee. It just takes a while for me to get going.
which then escalated through stages, not dissimilar to the stages of grief:
Anger, especially after we pick up my sister and both she and I mention that maybe really we should stop for coffee: “I just want everybody to leave me alone.”
Bargaining: “I can stop anytime. I don’t need it.”
Depression: “I don’t even want to go to this race now.”
(Okay, that last part was my sister after not dealing with my father’s bear-like qualities at O-dark thirty.)
Acceptance finally did happen. “Okay, we’ll pull over here.” But still with a hint of denial. “…but it’s not because I need coffee. We need gas.”
However, after getting the gas and the liquid that is produced from the aforementioned bean, he turned into this:
Coinky dinks? Um, I don’t think so.
* I didn’t even mention my wife’s addiction to The Bean. That’s a whole other post for another time, which I’m sure, she can’t wait to read. Take above photo of grizzly bear and multiply by 1,000 for what she’s like without her morning coffee…oh, and yeah, they’re definitely standing and baring all their teeth.