Non-stop There are four people that live in my house, including myself, that are constantly on the move. My dad though is like the energizer bunny, non-stop from the time he gets up for work till the time he goes to bed. At work he does physical labor, anything from digging ditches to operating back hoes, he does it. When he gets off work at 3:30 p.m. you would think that he would want to sit down and rest; no not in his case. He will find anything to do just to keep busy: mow the lawn, wash down the house, or just mess with things to see what is wrong. I personally thing that it is a nervous condition, but I guess if he's fine that's all that matters.
             One day my parents decided they wanted to put a hot tub in our backyard. Right away my dad was outside getting the measurements for the concrete that had to be poured. You could call my dad a perfectionist because if anything goes wrong all hell breaks loose. For hours he just sat out in the backyard contemplating how and when he wanted everything done. Periodically, he would call my mother and I into the backyard to tell us his new idea of what he wanted done. Of corse we would just agree with him because that more he sat there the more things would change. I would try to tell him to just relax, and come in and watch television with us. His answer to that was always the same; when you want things done you just can not sit there you have to do something.
             Over the stretch of a couple weeks everyday after work my dad was outside getting everything ready. I could always hear him on the phone talking to someone getting estiments on the concrete and electrical that needed to be done. Carefully he would compare and contrast the estimates the contractors would give him like a child trying to decide what kind of toy they wanted. Finally, he decided who was going to do the job, and he set a date for it to be done.
             Finally, the day came for the concrete to be poure...